Chapter 15 I Am Not Sick
With every bloody punch from Donovan, an underling of Gordon’s was kocked to the round.
“Come on.” Donovan tightened his fist.
Gritting his teeth, Gordon swung his cane, striking Donovan’s neck.
The latter let out a stifled grunt.
In a state of panic, Kathleen rushed to stop him, tears of heartache streamed down her cheeks. “Stop fighting. Can’t we all just talk this out nicely?”
Earlier, Gordon’s underlings had attempted to apprehend Donovan. However, due to Donovan’s status, they wouldn’t actually harm him. Things were different for Gordon.
Gordon hit Donovan, but the latter wouldn’t hit back.
-Look at him,” Gordon sternly shouted.
Kathleen tightly held Gordon’s hand. “Let me talk to him, all right?”
Gordon turned away while Kathleen moved toward Donovan. She lifted her trembling hand, gently caressing Do neck. “Donovan, would you like to come with us? We’re just going to visit the doctor. If everything’s fine, we can tonight.
Donovan had always been filial, particularly toward Kathleen.
In the process of giving birth to Donovan, Kathleen had nearly lost her life. Gordon always appeared stern and serious to Donovan, but Kathleen was different.
Gently cradling Kathleen in his arms, Donovan buried his face in her shoulder, whispering, “Mom, Shelby isn’t dead”
Tears welled up in Kathleen’s eyes as she closed them, realizing that Donovan was indeed ill.
Donovan had taken a seat in the car with Kathleen by his side. Gordon was in the vehicle behind them. He had issued an order that no one present was allowed to reveal anything about the day’s events to anyone else.
Donovan was the backbone of Mayer Group, after all.
Gordon had inquired and discovered that Donovan’s illness could be cured.
At Yorksharp Psychiatric Hospital, the director, Ricardo Ford, and the specialist, Stanley Black, stood at the door, looking our They were expecting a visit from a member of Mayer Group. Despite the late hour, they had hurriedly rushed over from their homes, waiting for the patient to arrive.
Eventually, five cars stopped in front of them.
Ricardo and Stanley exchanged glances before stepping forward to meet Gordon, who was the first to leave the car.
“Mr. Mayer.” Ricardo approached. “You’ve arrived.”
Gordon nodded. “My son is in the car at the very front.”
“Understood.” Ricardo gestured, and immediately, medical staff stepped forward.
Donovan proactively departed from the vehicle. “I’ll walk from here.”
Judging by the looks of those people, he could tell they were going to use force. Donovan, seasoned in the business world despite his young age, had lost much of his youthful air. His gaze was so intense that it made people want to look away.
The sign of Yorksharp Psychiatric Hospital was made of an unknown metal, radiating a copper hue.
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The inscriptions were filled with embroidery, and the interior of the building was quite clean.
Most of the buildings had their lights turned off. Only the one facing the errance still had its lights on
Ricardo led the way for Gordon while Donovan strolled behind with his hands in his pockets. There was a clock hanging in the center of the outpatient lobby, which Donovan glanced at.
It was half past eleven, which meant half an hour more before the day was over.
He thought about how he hadn’t wished Shelby a happy birthday yet, fearing that the ribs in the pot might have cooled down
Donovan reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile phone. He opened WhatsApp and searched for Shelby
Then, he typed: I’m at the hospital. Have you made it home yet? I hurry back as soon as I can. Don’t eat the ribs in the pot if they’ve cooled off
He paused, his fingers hovering over the screen: Am you upset with me? Is that why you’re not responding to my messages?
Upon seeing Donovan texting someone, Gordon turned back and furrowed his brows. He then said to Ricardo, “I hope m can have him examined overnight to see where the problem lies.”
Ricardo repeatedly nodded in agreement.
Donovan was led into the office by Stanley, while Gordon and Kathleen went into the conference room with Rinan
Stanley’s office could be linked to Ricardo’s office.
Before Donovan arrived, the Mayer family had already explained the situation to Stanley that Donovan’s wife had pant away due to illness. However, Donovan couldn’t accept that reality, always under the impression that his wife was still ali
Stanley effortlessly steered the conversation.
However, Donovan was not much of a talker. He was always engrossed in his phone, head bowed down.
Stanley noticed and asked, “May I ask whose message you are waiting for?”
“My wife’s,” replied Donovan.
Stanley’s gaze shifted to Donovan’s sharp brow ridge. “How did you get this scar?”
Donovan raised his hand with a smile, locking eyes with Stanley. “Back in our school days, Shelby was being followed. I ended up in a fight with those guys.”
He bled a lot, and Shelby was crying intensely with grief.
It was on that day he shared his first kiss with Shelby.
“May I ask, how did you and your wife meet?” asked Stanley.
“The racetrack.” Donovan recalled their first encounter as vividly as if it had happened just yesterday.
He and a few friends approached the racetrack, hearing the cheers of the crowd outside as they selected their horses..
On the track, a girl–dressed in a red equestrian outfit wore a black hat. She held the reins in one hand, her slender legs gripping the horse’s belly. On her fair, petite legs were a pair of boots, giving off a cold sheen.
She turned to her side, picking up the lottery ticket from the ground.
“Her waist must be incredibly supple,” was the first thought that crossed Donovan’s mind when he saw her.
Then, the girl cast a glance in this direction.
Stanley noticed Donovan was lost in his memories. He studied the latter’s expression, trying not to miss any detail.
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Anyway, back then, Donovan was too far away to see what the girl looked like clearly. Yet, even her vague silhouette was already quite beautiful.
Twenty minutes later, during free time, Donovan once again encountered Shelby while horseback riding.
She dismounted from the horse, holding her hat in her hand. Her waterfall–like black hair draped softly over her shoulders. Donovan noticed she had delicate dimples.
The moment her hair was caught in the breeze, a thud resonated in Donovan’s heart.
“Who was pursuing whom?” Stanley inquired, pulling Donovan out of his reverie.
The light accentuated the man’s handsome features, giving him a cool and aloof appearance.
“I pursued her.” Donovan had never been so enamored with a girl before. He yearned to hold her close, to protect her, to kiss her, and to make her his owIL
He wanted to pluck the stars from the sky for her, and if she ever asked for his life one day, he would willingly give it
Stanley folded his hands. “So, you two must’ve been quite happy all along.”
Donovan was taken aback, pursing his lips.
Kathleen was watching the monitor screen, her hands drenched in sweat from the tension.
After a long while, Donovan shifted his position. “She betrayed me.”
Stanley asked further, but Donovan remained silent. Consequently, they proceeded with the machine testing phase
Various tests were carried out throughout the night, and by the break of dawn, Stanley had retrieved the report and handa over to Kathleen and Gordon.
“It’s a mental disorder. He’s exhibiting severe symptoms of hallucination and delusion.” Stanley’s recommendation was hospitalization
Gordon expressed his agreement while Kathleen was worried.
Gordon glanced at Donovan, who was sitting with his back to the monitor, and said, “My son isn’t easily tamed.”
Stanley nodded “Understood.”
Seven minutes later, Stanley went to initiate a conversation. Donovan showed intense resistance, and then, a dozen caretakers in blue uniforms rushed in.
The doctor had administered a sedative to Donovan, yet despite that, the latter continued to struggle fiercely. “My wife is waiting for me at home. I can’t stay here!”
Gradually, Donovan started to feel drained, his breaths becoming more even and calm. He stared blankly at the ceiling, tightly closing his eyes. Has Dad lost his mind?
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