His Destructive, Toxic Love

After bidding the doctor a polite farewell, Eliza pushed Mikey out of the rehab center. That evening, she and her father stayed at their home in Oak Falls.

Mikey showed no joy or despair at seeing his son. Mumbling under his breath, all he could talk about was "Lynn." His feelings for her had long surpassed mere infatuation and went deep into his bones. Even though she had abandoned him, his heart still ached for her. Eliza felt a deep sorrow for her mother. A marriage that had lasted years was overshadowed by a woman who came out of nowhere. "Alright, enough with the 'Lynn, Lynn," Eliza said, placing a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of Mikey. "Let's eat first."

"I... I'm not eating." Mikey swiped the bowl to the floor, his face set in a stubborn defiance. "I want Lynn, I want... my son."

Eliza furrowed her brow. She didn't say a word, just sighed and bent down to clean up the mess and the broken bowl. As she was just about to head back to the kitchen, a loud 'bang' echoed from outside. It sounded like something had fallen down the stairs. Her heart clenched, and she rushed out to see. "Dad, Dad?" The door swung open silently, an ominous sign. This was bad. A wave of unease and terror washed over her.

Eliza dashed outside, her eyes scanning the surroundings frantically. Mikey had fallen from his wheelchair down to the first floor. His head was against the ground, his body twisted unnaturally, and a pool of vivid red blood beneath his head was a shocking sight. "Dad..." Her heart-wrenching cry echoed through the empty corridor. The ambulance arrived with a wail. Mikey was rushed into the emergency room, his fate uncertain. Standing in the hospital corridor, Eliza was filled with regret and self-blame. She had never imagined that stepping away for a brief moment could lead to such a catastrophe. This fall might be...

She dared not think further. After a desperate effort by the hospital, he was temporarily saved but remained unconscious. The doctor said there was a rupture in the blood vessels in his brain and told her to prepare for the worst. Sitting in front of the hospital bed, she looked at her father, his head wrapped in bandages, still murmuring Lynn's name.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Her heart was a whirlwind of emotions. Eliza tried to contact Lynn, hoping to give Mikey some peace. But all the numbers were blocked. She borrowed a nurse's phone and called again. It connected, but as soon as they realized it was her, they hung up immediately, and it was impossible to get through again.

For several days, Mikey hovered between life and death. Even so, he would occasionally call out Lynn's name. Casper, upon hearing of Mikey's condition, hurried from Falconridge to Oak Falls. Seeing him, Eliza felt somewhat dazed.

"Why are you here?"

"I heard your dad was in bad shape, so I came to see if there was anything I could help with." He spoke like an old friend, offering words that made sense.

Eliza glanced at her father on the bed, her eyes slightly reddening, "The doctors say he... could leave us at any moment."

"If it's no good here, transfer him

back to Falconridge. Welton International Hospital has some new doctors who are quite authoritative. I can arrange for them to consult and come up with a good treatment plan. After all, Oak Falls simply didn't have the facilities and resources available in Falconridge, not to mention medical care.

Eliza had considered transferring Mikey back to a hospital in Falconridge. But the doctor said it wasn't necessary. To do what she could and leave the rest to fate.

"No, thank you."

He felt sorry for her but couldn't just hug her, so he gently patted her arm instead. "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

Eliza shook her head wearily. She felt responsible. If she had been more vigilant, this wouldn't have happened.

Casper stayed with Eliza at the

hospital for two days. Mikey's condition worsened, and he

tragically passed away. The eventet

unfolded so suddenly that Eliza standing in the hospital corridor holding Mikey's death certificate, felt vacant, as if she had lived through an absurd nightmare.