Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 505

Renee's face flushed red from anger and humiliation. She decided to hold off for now and make her move after Giselle's death. Without another word, she quickly left the hospital.

Meanwhile, outside the emergency room, the doors had been shut for hours. Zachary couldn't see Giselle, so he headed to the ward where Donovan had been staying these past few days. He wanted to ask about her condition, but the moment he stepped inside and saw Donovan's lifeless, hollow state, he knew things weren't looking good.

For months, Zachary had been drowning in resentment, unable to let go of the fact that Giselle had once used him. The bitterness had eaten away at him, leaving him restless and consumed. But now that he knew she was on the brink of death, all that anger seemed pointless. The memory of his past obsession with her only made him feel hollow and ashamed.

"Uncle Don, I believe Giselle's going to make it," Zachary said, forcing the words out even though he didn't believe them himself. "She's always been strong. She's escaped death so many times before, she'll pull through again. Just don't collapse on her when she wakes up. How are you going to take care of her then?"

Donovan said nothing. He sat like a lifeless statue, staring blankly out the window.

At some point, Ethan had entered the room without anyone noticing. He stood quietly with his arms crossed, frowning deeply as he looked at Donovan.

The night before, Ethan had spoken privately with Tony and learned the grim truth. Giselle might never wake up again, and even if she did, there was a high chance she would suffer irreversible brain damage.

Thinking about Donovan's importance to the Kane family and the entire Kane Group, and then seeing him now so fragile and desolate, Ethan couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation.

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Giselle had been unconscious for nearly five days now, and she still hadn't woken up. The hospital had already issued three critical condition notices.

Donovan was falling apart. He hadn't slept properly in days, leaving the lights on each night out of fear of the dark and the oppressive silence. His mind was consumed by endless worst-case scenarios, whereby each one felt heavier and more unbearable than the last.

When he saw the emergency room doors open, he stepped inside and quickly scanned for Giselle's bed.

To his shock, the bed was empty.

Panic surged through him. He rushed forward, staring at the vacant bed as if refusing to believe what he was seeing.

"Where did the patient in this bed go?" he demanded, grabbing the nearest nurse by the arm.

The nurse froze, and her expression turned grave. She didn't recognize Donovan, but she gently said, "You're not Ms. Holt's family, are you? I'm sorry, Ms. Holt passed away early this morning, shortly after 3:00 am."