Chapter 315

---- Chapter 315 As Giselle thought back on everything, she began to wonder if she had been too cold and unfeeling. By the early afternoon, around 2:00 pm to 3:00 pm, she finally drove to Torgal Hospital. After she arrived at the hospital, she called Tony. He told her that Donovan had been transferred to a regular ward the day before. His condition was stable, but he would need at least a month of hospitalization to recover fully. The news left Giselle conflicted. Her guilt had faded when she thought Donovan might die, but now that she knew that he would survive.

That made her feel conflicted all over again. Following Tony's directions , she made her way to the third floor and stopped outside the VIP suite. Without knocking, she pushed open the slightly ajar door. The room was bright and spacious . Giselle passed through a family lounge before finally stepping into the bedroom. There Donovan was, propped up against the headboard with a tablet in hand, reviewing work documents. When he looked up and saw her, the dullness in his eyes flickered with light. For a long moment, they simply stared at each other.

Both ---- looked strangely lost, as if they didn't recognize one another. 'Then, regaining himself, Donovan reached a hand toward her and said, "Come here." Giselle took a deep breath to steady herself. Then, she walked to the side of his bed. But instead of taking his hand, she looked at him coolly and said, "You asked me to come see you, so I'm here now. I've seen you. Can I leave?" Donovan had expected her indifference , but it still cut deep. Weak as he was, he only looked at her for a moment before replying quietly, "Alright. Go." She hummed in response.

At the same time, she called out to the ---- caregivers who had just entered. "Get the doctor, quick!" Within moments, two male doctors and a nurse rushed inside. They carefully lifted Donovan back onto the bed. The fall had left him deathly pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. It was clear that the impact had strained his internal injuries. Now, he lay flat on the bed. His eyes shut tight as the pain left him speechless. "How did he fall?" one of the doctors muttered in confusion.

A patient who had just regained the ability to speak and eat after a severe car accident should have been too weak to even sit up in bed. So how could he have fallen from the bed? Giselle , however, saw through Donovan's ploy instantly. She found it utterly exasperating. Despite her hardened heart, the sight of him-barely clinging to life and wracked with pain- made it impossible for Giselle to walk away with a clear conscience . She had to stay by his side, making sure his condition didn't get worse before she could even consider leaving.

When the medical staff finally left, Donovan made his request. "Stay here. Keep me company for a few days." As he did so, his eyes were still closed, and his voice was faint and weak.