Chapter 824

Donovan sat paralyzed beside the unconscious Chris, his mind in a state of absolute chaos. As he waited for the ambulance, he buried his head in his hands and tugged at his hair. He felt sick—the weight of his own actions crushing him. Giselle took in the scene—the bodyguards standing stiffly, Heath's conflicted expression, and the fresh blood staining the floor. She didn't need to ask; she knew exactly what had transpired. Earlier that morning, she had planned to finalize the money transfer, but Chris had told her Donovan wanted to see him one last time. A sense of dread had settled in her gut the moment she heard that. She quickly connected the dots—Donovan's lingering fatigue, his darkened expression when he woke, and his weak excuse about going home to rest. Something was off. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she realized she had been careless. She hadn't deleted her chat history with Chris. Driven by a growing panic, she couldn't stay at the care center a second long