Chapter 324

---- Chapter 324 As Giselle held Donovan's hand, the chill in his palm seeped into her own skin. Instinctively , she tightened her grip, as if by holding on she could pass her own warmth to him with the heat of her touch. In that moment, she nearly forgot every grudge between them. All she wanted was for him to stand again, to be whole and healthy once more. Dorothea bristled at the sight and moved to stop her, but Ethan caught her arm. "Mom, Don's asleep. Let's keep quiet for now. If there's something to say, we can step outside." Dorothea wasn't about to cause a scene in the hospital room.

She held back, her gaze cold, and busied herself with the doctor, pressing for details about Donovan's condition. When the time was up, they all left the emergency ward. Out in the corridor , Giselle spoke first, refusing to let Dorothea strike first. "Mrs. Kane, Mr. Kane, I plan to stay at the hospital and look after him for a few days. [hope you won't make this difficult." Dorothea shot her a venomous glare. "Who gave you the right to call me 'Mrs. Kane'? From this moment on, get out! The farther you stay from him, the better.

With a jinx like you hanging around, I can't sleep a single night in peace-not knowing what disaster you'll bring down on him next." "T'm not leaving," Giselle answered, her tone calm but ---- resolute. "Unless Donovan tells me himself to go, no one else can drive me away. If you really care about his recovery, then you should respect his wishes." "You-" Dorothea nearly shook with rage, furious at the way she carried herself with that shameless, unbothered look, as if nothing in the world could touch her.

Inall her years, she had never encountered a woman as brazen as Giselle-shameless , ungovernable , and without a shred of propriety. And yet, fate had given her a face that could bewitch any man, the allure of a temptress, and the audacity to match, and somehow she always found a way to survive. "Mom," Ethan cut in, steady and pragmatic. "We should let Don decide. Whatever helps his recovery is what matters. Let's not interfere for now." Dorothea, worn thin after days of strain, found her resistance faltering. With no strength left to argue, she gave a reluctant nod.

Still, her eyes flashed as she delivered a final warning. "Stay in his ward if you must. But if his condition worsens again, you can prepare yourself for prison." Giselle answered only with a quiet hum, offering nothing more. By the next afternoon, Donovan was transferred safely back to his original ward. His daily needs were managed by the same two caregivers, one male and one female, while his treatments were overseen by a private doctor and nurse ---- around the clock. After pacing the hallways a few times, Giselle realized there was little she could actually do.

Only toward evening , when the others had stepped out and the room finally fell quiet, did she slip inside. Donovan lay on the bed with his eyes closed, asleep from exhaustion or perhaps from pain. Giselle crept closer, relieved to see him resting peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.