Breaking Mr. ColdChapter 130
Breaking Mr. Cold

Chapter 130

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---- Chapter 130 Hearing what the police said, Giselle froze. Over a year of intimacy between Donovan and her had been nothing to him. He'd only seen her as a sexual partner, far from a lover. Even though that was the truth and they'd already fallen out long ago, hearing him describe their relationship as nothing more than a physical one still stirred something in her. She had wanted to argue with the police.

But remembering the Kane family's powerful connections, she realized that no matter how much she argued, she'd only be on the losing end. Not wanting to get involved with Donovan anymore, she signed the papers without hesitation and left the station. After spending three days in detention, Donovan was finally back in his villa. But he was in no mood to work. A wave of emptiness crushed him, and later that night, he drank himself into a stupor again.

He sobered up the next afternoon and decided to visit Zachary at the hospital. When he reached the ward, he didn't go in. Instead, he peered inside and saw Zachary was already out of bed. He was leaning ---- on crutches, working hard to practice walking. After nearly two months of care from a top-tier medical team, Zachary's injuries still hadn't healed.

He could eat normally and barely manage a few steps out of bed, but for him to fully turn to the lively, unscathed young man he had once been, it would likely take more than six months. Zachary trudged for a few more steps, but then ran out of strength. The moment he collapsed to the floor, Donovan immediately stepped forward and helped him up. But as soon as Zachary turned and saw him, he pushed him away in disgust. "How many times have I told you to stay away from me?

Don't you understand?" From the incident up to now, Zachary still harbored the same resentment toward Donovan. When he couldn't speak, he would glower at Donovan. Once he could, all he did was throw jabs at Donovan, rejecting all of Donovan's attempts to apologize or speak to him. For the sake of Zachary's recovery, Donovan had been holding back. He'd usually visit with the rest of his family every few days, and he'd only see his nephew's hostile attitude as nothing but a child's tantrum.

This time, he endured Zachary's rage again. Out of concern, he tried to help Zachary up, but Zachary slapped his hand away. ---- "Fuck off! Don't touch me!" he screamed. "You're a total hypocrite. Don't you dare expect me to ever forgive you! I'll loathe you for the rest of my life!" Donovan's whole body stiffened . He stared hard at Zachary for less than a minute, then his expression suddenly darkened. Gritting his teeth, he stood and viciously kicked the chair beside him.

He swept all the items on the table onto the floor with one violent motion. Just then, Dorothea and Grace arrived at Zachary's ward. The chaotic mess in the room left them aghast. Even Zachary was stunned when he saw Donovan's face contorting in rage.

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