Chapter 113
"I'm not planning on leaving."
Her eyes had already lost their sparkle. She had resigned herself to her fate. Eliza didn't think for a second that Casper would show her any mercy.
"You're not planning on leaving? Eliza, your brother is still out of his mind, and your mother is lying in the hospital. You don't want to leave? Who's going to take care of them?" Her body stiffened. Then, she let out a bitter laugh.
"What right do you have to lecture me?" Her dark eyes coldly fixed on him. "The only reason I'm stuck here is because of you, isn't it?"
"You think all of this is a trap I set for you?" His eyes, sharp as blades, bore into her. "Eliza, who do you think you are? Do you really think you're worth such a huge effort on my part?"
"Not worth it? Ha." A twisted person like him wouldn't care about her worth. He only cared about his own pleasure. "Yeah, how could I possibly be worth Mr. Casper's grand scheme? I'm nothing in your eyes." Not just her. Her whole family. In front of Casper, they were powerless.
With reddened eyes and a wry smile, she looked like a dandelion torn apart by the wind. She didn't care where she went after death.
"Eliza, if this wasn't your doing, the police wouldn't have wrongfully accused you."
"I don't care."
At this point, whether she was wrongfully accused or not didn't matter. What mattered was whether the man before her would let her live or die. "What do you care about?" His eyes narrowed slightly, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within them.
Eliza shook her head, barely moving. She had nothing left to care for. Her power was too insignificant; she couldn't even protect herself, let alone her family. "Casper, can you spare my family? They're already having a hard time, and it will be worse without me to take care of them. Please, show some mercy."
Her voice trembled violently. It sounded light, yet when it reached Casper's ears, it felt sharp enough to draw blood.
Unable to bear looking her in the eye any longer, he turned away. "Don't you know it's better to rely on yourself than to seek others' help?"
"I know that all too well."
She had sought help from the wrong person before. Once upon a time, she had begged Casper to save her father. And what was the result? Her father died in prison. Eliza slapped herself. How could she not learn from her past?
Casper suddenly looked back, noticing the imprint of her slap on her face. His pupils contracted. "Eliza, do you think this will soften my heart? The Pinotti family has to pay a price, including you."
"What right do you have to say that?"
She defiantly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, her fists clenched tight. "Casper, you are the one who truly deserves to die. You killed my father you wanted to harvest my mother's organs to save Nova, you drove my brother Robin insane, and you sent me to prison. You're the one who deserves to die."
Her face, twisted with hatred, became desperate and contorted. Her nails dug deeply into her flesh, ignoring the pain.
Tears trickled down her face. The fierce confrontation lasted for several seconds before Casper eventually turned his face away. "I didn't organize your arrest."
He didn't know if it was an
explanation or something else. He
knew Eliza wouldn't believe him, just
like he didn't believe Eliza hadn't hired someone to commit arson. There had never been trust between them-only disdain.
Time was up. The police came in to take Eliza away. Watching her frail back, his gaze was empty, unable to return to reality for a long time.