Chapter 11 Bringing Her Back
“None of your business.” Narrowing his eyes, Kyler said, “I won’t give it to ou. You’re no worthy.” “Callum!” Donovan stepped back as Callum and his men advanced, surrounding Kyler in the center.
He was curious to see whether Kyler’s stubborn words or his fists were stronger.
Initially, Kyler could hold his own in the fight, but gradually, he found himself unable to keep up.
After observing for a while, Donovan opened the car door and took out the box that Kyler had been guarding earlier He recognized the box. It was the one Nina had been cradling. Shelby’s urn
How absurd. Holding the box, he glanced at it.
“Put it down now!” Kyler was sprawled on the ground, his eyes nearly bursting with fury as he yelled at Donovan n dare touch her! Don’t soil her.”
Donovan carefully wrapped the box with his suit jacket, instructing Callum, “Take him and get in the car. Wiem the Gosling residence.
Kyler’s private residence was located in Bijon Residences, not far from where Donovan lived.
Donovan assumed Shelby must have been with Kyler.
After all, the hotel didn’t have any record of Shelby checking in. Callum had already looked into her travel hatory and Shelby had not left the city.
She wasn’t at home, so the only place left to look was Kyler’s
Donovan rested his elbow on the car window, a cigarette pinched delicately between his fingers, as he watched the scener whizzing by. He was determined to find Shelby and make her regret for remaining in contact with Kyler.
Kyler was beaten to a pulp, propped up between two people in the backseat
He was panting, his gaze fixated on the corner of the cloth that Donovan was using to wrap the urn.
He was determined to retrieve the ashes because Shelby had never intended to give herself to Donovan. He was resolved to fulfill her wish.
Kyler was forcibly led into his own home.
Donovan was seated on the couch, leaning against it. His thin lips parted slightly, exhaling a puff of smoke. “Hand over Shelby.”
At that moment, Kyler was forcefully pushed down to his knees on the ground.
Donovan looked at Kyler as if he was looking at a dead man. It was Gosling’s family who had orchestrated the bankruptcy of the Mayer family years ago,
Kyler spat out a mouthful of blood, his gaze fixed on Donovan as he laughed heartily.
“Isn’t she with you?” He stared at Donovan. “She married you, and her heart was given to your lover, Lila. In the end, you even took her ashes. Donovan, isn’t it ridiculous? What do you want from me?”
Donovan lightly tapped the surface of the couch with his fingers, then he bent over, resting his lower lip on his crossed hands.
“You don’t want Gosling Group anymore?” he asked, a mocking glint in his eyes.
Kyler’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
1/3
I recently uncovered some information revealing an incredibly dark side to Gosling Group. The people of the Gosling family are just as tainted.” Donovan pulled out his phone, bringing up the call screen. “You must recognize this number, right? The Gosling family’s lapdog has decided to stop playing fetch.”
“Donovan!” Kyler gritted his teeth in frustration.
Donovan’s patience had run out, and he personally pushed open every door of Kyler’s house.
Kyler was held down, unable to see what Donovan was looking at, but he could tell just by the sound.
He laughed heartily. “Weren’t you constantly wishing for her demise? Now that she’s gone, you must be the happiest person
Kyler was assertive. “You know in your heart that Shelby is truly dead, yet you refuse to believe it, don’t you? You think that Shelby and I faked her death to evade you. You think that Shelby simply didn’t want to see you anymore. Donovan. Well, you’re mistaken. Before she passed away, all she thought about was you. Weren’t you in love with Lila She had a matching procedure with that woman early on, all for the sake of letting Lila live and be with you.”
A trace of satisfaction appeared on Kyler’s face as he coughed heavily twice.
Suddenly, a hand seized his throat. A gasp escaped from Kyler’s mouth.
Donovan’s fingers tightened, and on Kyler’s face, veins bulged alarmingly, his face reddening to a purplish hom
“Shut up.” Donovan wasn’t much better than him.
Kyler forced a laugh, showing a somewhat reckless disregard for the gravity of the situation.
“You… could always…” His voice sounded like a rusty bellow. “Check her… hospital records. The hospital… wouldn’t fabitzi
them.”
Kyler was certain that Donovan knew about that, but going to the hospital would only confirm to Donovan that he had completely lost Shelby.
Donovan was evading the truth.
“She has already made sacrifices for your sake. Why not… just be happy with your lover… together,” Kyler
His vision blurred as if a flurry of snowflakes were dancing before his eyes.
said.
Donovan loosened his grip and pushed Kyler away. Kyler lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his chest as he coughed, each cough louder than the last.
“Next, please.” The attending physician clipped the registration form onto the small clip, unscrewing his water bottle to take a sip.
The door opened, and he glanced over subconsciously, setting down his water glass once more. “Mr. Mayer, how come you’re here?”
“Who was the person who donated their heart to Lila?” questioned Donovan.
The doctor hesitated, his expression troubled. “I’m sorry, Mr. Mayer. The donor had made it clear beforehand that she didn’t want anyone to know that she had donated her heart, so I’m afraid I can’t disclose-”
Donovan asked, “Is her name Shelby?”
The doctor was surprised. How did Donovan know?
The look on his face was enough to let Donovan know that the person was, indeed, Shelby.
Donovan lowered his eyelids. “Can I take a look at the donation agreement? She…”
Donovan spoke in a cryptic tone. “She is my wife.”
2/3
On the donation agreement, the signature at the end read ‘Shelby.
“Mr. Mayer, this is Mrs. Ross‘ cell phone. I tried calling her mother before, ut she didn’t rack up. Now that you’re here, you might as well take it back with you,” said the doctor.
At night, Donovan was dreaming. He was entwined with Shelby, and he could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her lips.
In the dream, she was lying atop a light grey bedsheet.
Due to the pain, Shelby furrowed her brow.
When she was stimulated, she said, “Why weren’t you the one who fell ill? Why wasn’t it you who died?”
Startled, Donovan suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air. He stared blankly into the pitch–black darkness, then his face with his palm.
He ached. Every thought of Shelby brought a new wave of pain.
He rose to his feet, reaching out to grasp the urn from the bedside table, clutching it tightly to his chest. He ne into the bed, the veins on the back of his hand holding the urn bulging in distress.
“Donovan, would it be all right if I married you when I’m twenty? When I’m thirty. I want to visit Mount Ka have children by the time we’re thirty–two, ideally two of them. That way, if anything happens to us in the future (1) still have each other for support. After retirement, I’m thinking of settling down in the countryside, creating my Han va lavender kingdom.” Shelby’s past words slowly dominated his mind, and the scenes changed again and again
“Donovan, will you love me forever?”
“Donovan, I love you.”
“Donovan, let’s break up.”
“Let’s get a divorce, Donovan.”
“Donovan, I’m sick.”
“Ah!” Donovan curled up, his hands tightly clutching his head.
Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, his temples and the veins on his neck bulged prominently, and his face turned. increasingly red due to his emotional breakdown.
Shelby’s smile, the words she had spoken, and her expression of disappointment kept replaying in his mind, especially the final phone call
At that moment, all his reason and emotion completely collapsed.
There was no way for him to win her back anymore.
3
