His Destructive, Toxic Love

If no doctor could help, then... the only option left was waiting for death.

"Does that mean conservative treatment is ineffective?"

"It's not that it doesn't have any effect, but surgery would be the best option to save a life."

Eliza understood.

But where could she find such a doctor? And even if she found one, could she afford to pay for the surgery?

Returning to the hospital room, she looked at Mikey's now pale face. Eliza's heart ached. After all, he was her father. She couldn't just do nothing.

After asking around extensively, Eliza finally found a top neurosurgeon. But she needed a referral. Through a friend of a friend, she finally managed to contact the man who could provide that referral.

So, Eliza booked a private room in the most luxurious club in Falconridge. The referrer's name was Evan. Around forty years old, average height, and quite hefty, weighing around 200 pounds. From the moment Eliza walked in, his eyes were sneakily scanning over her body.

This made her very uncomfortable. But she needed his help, so she couldn't complain.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Ms. Valerie, you're so beautiful. If I had known such a beauty was coming, why would I charge you? I'd help you for free," he said, moving closer to Eliza with a glass of red wine in his hand. "In the future, don't go through middlemen. They make a profit out of it. I'd be willing to help you out."

A stranger offering to help for free was definitely expecting something in return. Sometimes, money is the clearest form of transaction between people.

"Mr. Evan, charge whatever you must. I'll be troubling you more in the future," she said with a charming smile.

Evan was utterly enchanted. "Why call me Mr. Evan? Just call me 'big bro', no need for such formality." While talking, he slid closer to Eliza.

Eliza subtly moved away and raised her glass of wine. "To you, big bro."

"Alright, I'll drink to that."

The man gulped it down in one go, clearly enjoying himself. Taking advantage of his buzz, his hand landed on Eliza's shoulder. "Ms. Valerie, consider your meeting with Dr. Roth arranged. Just as long as you..."

His gaze boldly and lasciviously roamed her face, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Eliza didn't like it one bit but couldn't afford to offend him. "Big bro, when can I meet Dr. Roth?"

"Right away." Evan patted his hefty

chest, a lewd smile on his face as he

looked at Eliza. "Just make sure

I'm..

tisfied, and everything will be

taken care of."

They were all adults here. The implication was clear.

Seeing no reaction from Eliza, Evan boldly moved closer, his hand caressing her shoulder annoyingly like a fly.

"Mr. Evan, didn't we agree on a price? I can pay you, but I can offer nothing else."

The opportunity slipping from his grasp, he couldn't accept it. "Sister, big bro knows how to take care of you. You won't be at a loss with me," he said, forcefully pushing Eliza, who was trying to get up, back into her seat. "I heard you're a widow. Since ancient times, widows have had it tough, but big bro knows, big bro feels for you."

As he said this, he leaned in with his lips.

Before Eliza could react, the door was kicked open with a bang. Following that, she saw Evan being kicked out by a pair of strong legs. "My woman, you dare to touch?"