His Destructive, Toxic Love

"What do you call him?" How did he become Daddy Casper all of a sudden?

Brock, with a serious look, explained, "Mr. Casper says he's my dad, so I'm calling him Daddy Casper for now. Once I think he really deserves it, I'll acknowledge him as my dad." A trial period, huh? That's so typical of her son.

Eliza couldn't help but laugh, "Sweetheart, he really is your biological dad. But it's good you're taking your time to decide. Not everyone is cut out to be Brock's dad."

The little guy tilted his head, nodding in agreement.

"Mom, is Mr. Casper really my biological dad?"

"He is your biological dad."

Still not entirely convinced, the little one's eyes sparkled with confusion. "But Brock and Mr. Casper don't look alike at all, and he's not as brave as Mr. Casper. Mom, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Eliza could only stare, speechless.

"Of course not. Brock, you're still a kid, so it's normal not to be as brave as an adult. But someday, you'll be even braver than your dad." Listening to his mom, the little one nodded thoughtfully.

He soon flashed a smile, showing off his tiny, pearly teeth, "When I grow up, I'm gonna protect Mom, even from Dad. He can't bully her." "Uh..." That was... something.

"Mom, did Dad bully you last night? I heard you sounded like you were hurt."

Eliza wished the ground would just swallow her up.

Of course, he heard last night's... incident.

"No, no, it's just that Mom had a bit of back pain." She fumbled, hoping to brush it off.

The little guy frowned, reaching to touch Eliza's forehead, "Daddy Casper was on top of you, so he must have bullied you, right?"

Eliza: ...

Please, let the ground open up.

Just then, Casper came in. Noticing Eliza's face was as red as a beet, he asked, "Why's your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

He reached out to touch her

forehead, but Brock quickly stopped him, "Don't bully my mom anymore. If you do, I won't call you Da

Casper: ...

When did he ever bully Eliza?

"I didn't bully your mom."

"Yes, you did," the little one insisted, eyes wide with determination to protect Eliza, which was both touching and mortifying for her. "Brock, about last night... it was just..." en FindNovel

Eliza had no idea how to explain.

She looked at Casper, hoping he'd help out.

He looked completely bewildered, blinking, "What happened last night...?"

Eliza: ...

Just let there be an earthquake. End it all.

"Alright, you two go out. I need to get dressed." She pulled the covers over her head, shooing them out.

Outside the tent, the two stood-father and son.

Brock crossed his arms, a hint of defiance in his little face as he looked at Casper, "Did you bully my mom last night?"

"I didn't." Casper squatted down, adjusting Brock's collar, perplexed, "Why would I bully your mom?"

"But last night, I heard Mom crying

out." Brock blinked his big eyes,

insistin

"She said her back hurts.

You made it hurt, dianove

Casper finally caught on.

They'd tried to be discreet because of the little one, but still, he'd overheard.

Awkward, sure, but easy to clear up.

"Brock, let me ask you something. Do you ever feel lonely being an only child? Wouldn't you like a brother or sister?"