Chapter 145

It was a little past 11:00 pm when Donovan, who was lying in his hospital bed, started running a high fever. His mind became even more muddled as he tossed and turned, drifting in and out of consciousness. Anne stayed by his side the entire time. When she noticed him mumbling in his sleep, worry crept into her chest, but she didn't call the doctor. Instead, she went to get him a glass of warm water. "Do you want some water, Don?" she asked, leaning in and gently touching his cheek. When he felt her soft hand, Donovan opened his eyes and looked right at Anne's face. His gaze was dazed and unfocused as he gazed at her, unmoving, like he was caught in some kind of spell. "Don?" she called out, puzzled. Then, she tapped his cheek. To her surprise, he grasped her hand and squeezed it tightly. The lower half of Anne's face resembled Giselle's, as they both inherited Tony's features. Hence, in his fevered, hazy state, Donovan mistook them for the same woman and stared at her blankly.