Chapter 235

---- Chapter 235 Neither Adrian nor the housekeepers dared to go near Donovan in the villa. They exchanged uneasy looks and quietly busied themselves cleaning up the mess. Before long, a man stepped through the front door. It was Zachary. He had been in Usna for some time, working on his graduation thesis. It was only yesterday that he heard about what had happened to Giselle, and he couldn't stop himself from boarding his private jet to rush back home. After hearing the full story from Ethan, he, too, had gone two days and nights without a wink of sleep.

His emotions were tangled -there was grief, heaviness , and a deep, quiet ache. After all, she was once a woman he'd been completely infatuated with. He was worried about Donovan, so he came over to check on him. "Uncle Don." Zachary walked up to the couch with one hand in his pocket. After taking in Donovan's unshaven face and haggard appearance, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Donovan merely lifted his gaze. When he saw who it was, his voice came out flat and tired. "Leave. Don't bother me." ---- "T've heard about what happened to Giselle.

I never imagined it would happen so abruptly and tragically," Zachary said quietly. "But... it's been a week. I hope you can find a way to move on." Ever since he recovered from the car accident, Zachary's outlook on life had changed a great deal. He hadn't contacted Giselle in a long while, and when he'd recently heard she was going to marry another man, he'd spent days in Usna feeling low. "In the end, it was that guy who ruined her. If she hadn't gone back and married him, she never would've been caught up in this mess.

She'd still be alive right now..." "Get out!" Donovan didn't want to hear it. It didn't matter to him who was to blame because no amount of pointing fingers could change the dead end he was in then. "T'm sorry," Zachary apologized, the words slipping out before he could stop them. He then muttered under his breath, "Tknow this is all my fault. If Ihadn't interfered back then, you wouldn't have ended up parting ways with her. Maybe... the one who caused her death was me." Now that Giselle was dead, whatever resentment Zachary once held toward Donovan completely dissolved.

Donovan leaned back into the couch, barely hearing a thing Zachary was saying. His eyes were half-shut, his mind lost in ---- a haze. Before long, he drifted off. Since he was closed off and refused to talk, Zachary had no choice but to ask Adrian to help Donovan to bed. Then, he left without making a sound. Less than half an hour after he left, Anne pulled up at the villa. She hadn't dared to visit Donovan all week for fear that she might catch him in one of his moods, but after days of holding herself back, she couldn't resist checking in on him.

Anne stepped inside, heading upstairs to the master bedroom. Pushing the door open gently, she found him lying on the bed, fast asleep. The whole room reeked of alcohol, and he seemed to be dreaming, murmuring something she couldn't make out. All ofa sudden, he called out, "Giselle!" His eyes were shut, and his handsome yet haggard face was twisted in pain, as if . Giselle! No! Come back! he were being burned alive. Don't go... Ineed you... Ineed..." He clenched his fists as he called out Giselle's name, his body tossing and turning restlessly.

Anne couldn't tell if he was in the grip of a nightmare or if he was in physical pain. "Don!" she couldn't bear to watch any longer. She rushed to his side, patting him urgently. "Wake up, Don! Come on, wake up!"