Chapter 207

After months of careful recovery, Zachary's health was almost fully restored. Aside from avoiding strenuous exercise and heavy labor, and with his right leg still healing from a fracture, the rest of his body was functioning normally. This was his first visit to the hospital since learning Donovan had been diagnosed with severe meningitis. "Uncle Don." After more than half a year, he called him that again. The familiar address made Donovan's breathing hitch ever so slightly. "Are you feeling any better lately?" Zachary walked over, hands in his pockets, speaking in a low voice. "Yes," Donovan replied evenly. His cold, controlled expression hadn't changed, but his words carried the same understated concern as before. "Your leg hasn't healed. Don't wander around." "I've also heard about what happened with you and Giselle." Since his injury, Zachary's face had lost the youthful immaturity it once held. He looked mature now, more grounded. "Uncle Don, I've been meaning to apologize.