Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 500

"Yes," the doctor replied Donovan with a heavy heart. "Ms. Holt's heart rate dropped rapidly, and her heart stopped for a moment. My colleagues and I tried to save her life just now. All I could say is that things are not looking good. It all depends on whether or not she could make it…"

Gideon overheard the doctor's words as he ran over. Eyes widened in shock, he felt his body go limp.

Agitated, he confronted the doctor, "I thought you said her vitals were stable yesterday! Why did her condition take a turn for the worse today?"

After that, he turned around to chastise Donovan, "I told you yesterday not to move Giselle to another hospital! I said we should only do that when she regained consciousness, but you wouldn't fucking listen to me! The transfer must have worsened her condition…"

"Sir, quiet down," a nurse quickly warned Gideon, who seemed very distressed. "We're at the hospital. Keep your voice down. Don't disturb the other patients."

Donovan might not look affected, but his eyes betrayed his concern and pain within. His heart raced wildly; cold sweat dotted his forehead.

Seeming lost, he wandered to the ICU, saying, "I need to see Giselle. I need to see her once."

"Sir, hold on!" The nurse stopped him immediately.

She advised him, "This is not a suitable time to visit the patient—she's just been through a life-saving surgery."

"I need to see her." Donovan insisted, his heart pumping.

He was at a loss. Perturbed, he mumbled, "I need to see Giselle right now. She needs me…"

In the face of Donovan's stubbornness and considering that Giselle might draw her last breath at any time, the medical staff finally gave in and allowed him to visit her for the "final time".

Donovan dragged his trembling body to her bedside. Pain ripped through his chest when he rested his gaze on her pallid face under the oxygen mask and her weak vitals on the ventilator screen.

"I told you before—I could give you everything you want, as long as you stay loyal to me."

He continued muttering to Giselle in a low, raspy voice, even if she might not hear him. He blurted out whatever came to mind, his voice breaking under the weight of emotions. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Darling, did you know? I would love you no matter who you were. To me, your words are always true, and your mistakes are always forgivable. In my world, you're free to do as you please. I only wish to see you carefree.

"Can you take pity on me? Please."

Taking a deep breath, he said in pain, "Give me one last chance. For my sake, please make it this time. If you do, I will make it worthwhile. Promise me this time, and I'll agree to whatever you want of me in the future.

"Please… Giselle Holt."