His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 467

"May took the leap just like that," Aaron's lips twisted into a grotesque smile, his eyes wild and distorted as he stared at the furious man in front of him. "My woman can jump off a building to die, but yours can't? Where's the fairness, the justice in that?"

Justice?

An eye for an eye, that's justice.

He hadn't killed May; yet, Aaron had pinned her death on him, exacting a deranged revenge on the one he cherished.

This wasn't justice.

It was a heartless assault, vile and despicable.

This wasn't justice; it was evil.

"Tell me, how does this end?"

Casper had a thousand ways to erase Aaron from this world, settling things once and for all. But unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to resort to that.

He wanted to give this childhood friend, who had grown up with him, another chance.

"Aaron, why must we come to this? May's death was entirely out of disappointment in you. Can't you see that you played a part in this? Her last words were of love for me, but only to spite you, to retaliate against your infidelity, your betrayal. Don't you understand?" In this situation, he was the victim, caught in the crossfire of Aaron and May's relationship.

Now, Aaron pushed all the blame onto him.

Was that fair to him?

"Are you truly innocent with her, not a hint of impropriety?" Aaron's face twitched, his eyes bloodshot and wide. "Casper, did you really do nothing inappropriate with her?"

"I didn't," he could swear with the deadliest oath in front of Aaron. "If I harbored any improper thoughts towards her, even for a moment, may I be cursed with a lineage that ends with me."

"People like you should be cursed with such a fate," Aaron's bitter face was a canvas of struggle and resentment. "My May, my child, they can never come back. Casper, it's all your fault, you... are to blame."

Aaron was lost in his own world of grief, almost deranged.

Casper looked at the man before him, suddenly finding him pitiable.

When May was alive, Aaron was the epitome of a gentleman by day, but by night, he transformed into the most decadent creature of the night.

He flitted among various women, indulging in taboos, reveling in his debauchery.

And when tired, he'd seek refuge in May's arms, seeking peace, filling the void left by his excesses.

But May was also a woman.

No matter how much she loved Aaron, she couldn't accept such a man.

Aaron has yet to accept that his actions led to May's suicide.

Perhaps, he never will.

But Casper couldn't play this deadly game with him forever.

He wouldn't allow his loved ones, his children, to face constant danger.

"You're sick, you need proper treatment."

Aaron paused, then burst into hysterical laughter.

"You think you can send me to Mercy Hospital too? Want me to end up mad like Robin? Casper, who do you think you are? The Almighty Himself, deciding who lives and dies?"

"Aaron, you know my temper."

He wasn't one for lengthy discussions.

If reason failed the first time, he wouldn't bother a second.

Refusing treatment meant either eternal confinement or death.

Casper offered Aaron two paths.

"Choose between life and death," Casper's expression suddenly turned icy. "For the sake of our childhood friendship, I still want to give you a way out."

"And if I choose your death?" Aaron suddenly grabbed Casper's collar, glaring fiercely. "Why do you get tox dictate my life and death? You've always overshadowed me since we were kids. Did you ever consider me your best friend? Casper, you've only ever seen me as your sidekick."