Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 507

"That's bullshit!" Donovan shouted, his voice cracking as he nearly lost control. "Did you spike the wine last night? I would never have slept that deeply on my own. I could've saved her. I could've stopped this from happening!" He hit the wall hard, his whole body shaking.

Ethan hesitated, then finally nodded. "Yes, I did it," he admitted quietly. "You've been so exhausted lately. You haven't slept properly in days. I was worried you'd collapse, so when you asked for sobering tea after drinking last night, I put a few sleeping pills in your water."

He looked down and continued, "You were finally resting peacefully, and I couldn't bring myself to wake you up to face something this painful. I thought it would be better if you only knew after everything was over. Don, I swear, I did it for your own good. I—"

"Shut up!" Donovan roared, cutting him off.

His vision blurred as his chest burned with pain. He felt like a caged lion, thrashing against everything around him.

He spun around and seized Tony by the arm. "And you!" he shouted. "You call yourself a miracle doctor. You've brought so many people back from the edge of death, so why not her? Why couldn't you save your own daughter?"

Tony froze. His face was pale and full of guilt. "You're right," he said bitterly. "I'm useless. I've spent my whole life studying medicine, helping others, but when it came to my own daughter, I couldn't do anything. What's the point of all my research if I can't even save my own family?"

Tony lifted a trembling hand and wiped his eyes with the back of it. Not long ago, he had lost his son, and now his daughter was gone too. The back-to-back blows shattered what little strength he had left, and tears streamed down his face like a broken dam.

After his outburst, Donovan stood frozen, staring blankly at the hospital bed where Giselle had once slept. The sheets hadn't been changed yet, and the faint outline where she had lain was still visible.

He looked at the empty bed for a long moment before his knees gave way. He sank down beside it and ran his fingers over the wrinkled sheets that still seemed to carry her warmth. His tears fell in silence, dripping onto the fabric and spreading into dark stains.

He caught Donovan by the arm and pulled him back. "Where are you going?"

"To hold her," Donovan muttered under his breath. "To bring her home."

He was clearly on his way to the morgue, desperate for one last glimpse of her.

Ethan's heart sank as he grabbed his arm, struggling to find the words. After a long pause, he finally said, "Don't go. Giselle was already cremated this morning."