Chapter 414

- Chapter 414 "We're going to the Kane Manor for dinner?" Giselle wrinkled her nose the moment she heard it. "Forget it," she said. "You can go on your own. I'd rather eat at our villa. If I show up, it'll only ruin Dorothea's appetite." Hearing that, Donovan shot her a sharp look. He was clearly annoyed. "You're already part of the Kanes. You have the right to be anywhere I am. If I want you to go, then you have to go!" Faced with his forcefulness , Giselle couldn't bring herself to argue further. He was right, after all. On paper, they were legally husband and wife now.

It didn't matter if the Kanes liked it or not. She was, in name, Mrs. Kane. There was no need for Giselle to shrink back or feel out of place. Whatever happened, Donovan would always stand with her. After Ethan had finished donating blood and rested, it was already 6:00 pm or 7:00 pm. With the news that Harry had stabilized and was out of danger, he saw little reason to stay. Physically drained from giving blood, he summoned his driver and headed home. ---- Meanwhile, Donovan and Giselle drove back to the Kane Manor together. Dorothea was the only one home.

Grace had a social engagement that evening and wouldn't be back anytime soon, while Zachary was rarely around to begin with. Seeing both her sons return for dinner, Dorothea brightened at once. She was even kinder to Giselle and ordered the housekeepers to hurry with the dishes. "Ethan, what's wrong? Your face is so pale," Dorothea asked, concerned. Eager to keep his personal matters from her, Ethan brushed her off with a casual excuse. The day's revelations at the hospital had clearly left their mark.

A heavy silence hung over the table, and despite the lavish spread before them, everyone picked at their food without interest. The heavy mood made Dorothea sigh in disappointment. " Every single one of you is always so busy, and now that you're finally home for dinner, here you are. Sitting here with such long faces. Is there trouble at the company again?" "No, the company is doing very well," Ethan said, dutifully reassuring her. "Our profits even doubled last quarter. You don't need to worry, Mom." "Then what's there to frown about?

Is the drug administration giving you trouble?" she pressed. ---- "No," he said again, setting down his cutlery. At fifty years old, his energy was drained as his age and blood loss finally caught up with him. "Mom, I'm not feeling well today. I'll go upstairs and get some rest." As Ethan retreated upstairs, Donovan pushed his barely touched plate aside and set his cutlery down. "I'm going upstairs to speak to Ethan," he said to Giselle, his voice low. "Stay here and keep Mom company." "Alright," she replied. Giselle wondered to herself.

Perhaps Donovan had gone to discuss the transfer of the veterinary medicine subsidiary shares to her. She was pleased. The thought that he took her request so seriously and was already acting on his promise eased her mind. But when Giselle finally lifted her head, she found Dorothea's sharp gaze fixed on her.