His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 736

Dillon’s words were gentle, but the reality was clear to everyone – things were looking bleak. After hanging up the call, Casper felt like his very soul had been ripped away, leaving him slumped against his seat, his eyes still wet with tears, glaringly red. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but sigh quietly.

The car sped along, filled with a sense of dread. The scene they arrived at was a nightmare, enough to shake anyone to their core. Crystal Clear's executive car was a wreck, and a few other cars were overturned on the roadside, adding to the chaos. Blood mixed with rainwater, creating winding streams on the asphalt, while the air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and the suffocating scent of despair.

Casper, with eyes bloodshot, felt as though each step he took was dragging him deeper into an abyss. The rescue was still ongoing. Dillon braved the rain, jogging over to him. "Mr. Casper, the executive car is in pretty bad shape. We’ll need a crane to move the boulder before we can see inside."

"Is she… really in there?" His voice was filled with despair, his legs barely holding him up. Dillon stepped in quickly to steady him. "It seems so."

"I… I need to see her," Casper said, his determination unwavering, even if it was to be their last meeting, even if she was unrecognizable.

The scene was gruesome. Those caught in the accident were still trapped, their bodies mangled. Dillon worried Casper wouldn’t be able to handle it. He gripped Casper’s arm firmly. "Mr. Casper, maybe it’s better not to look."

The storm's fury rendered their umbrella useless, drenching them both. Dillon could see Casper’s pain, his fingers tightening on his arm. "Mr. Casper, the rescue team is doing everything they can. Maybe we should wait a bit longer."

Casper’s eyes were vacant, teetering on the brink of collapse. "Wait for what?" His voice cracked as he turned away, shaking off Dillon’s grip. "Wait to collect her body?"

The accident site was chaotic and heavy with tension, cordoned off by police lines to keep people at bay. Casper was eventually taken back to the car and then to a nearby hotel to wait for official news. He sat by the window, his body rigid, his gaze hollow. Dillon had to call his name several times before he responded.

"Mr. Casper, you need to eat something."

"You guys go ahead and eat," he murmured, his weary eyes fixed on the pounding rain outside the window…