Chapter 16 Discharged From The Hospital
Donovan had been residing in the mental hospital for half a month, with his freedom restricted during the initial week.
Gordon’s people had been keeping a close eye on the vicinity, and escaping from the hospital wasn’t simple. The security was exceptionally tight.
It wasn’t until a week later, after a comprehensive assessment determined that Donovan’s mental state was relatively stable, that it was decided to allot him some time for activities on Monday.
The patients at the hospital led rich daily lives, as everyone had the opportunity to borrow books from the receptionist
nurses to read.
One could request to sunbathe in the courtyard, and there were also open classes available.
Donovan was seated under the shade of a tree, gently rubbing his fingers. Why didn’t Shelly come to see me?
His phone had been confiscated, and there was time set aside each day for group viewings of the news and TV shows Yerl he could do was miss her.
He didn’t care about anything else. All he wanted was for her to come back.
Three years ago, she left without any hesitation. He thought that, at that time, he should have persistently sought afte
From his perspective, Shelby loved him so much, yet she ended up with Kyler.
Stanley peered down from the upper floor while Donovan raised his head, seemingly looking at something unknownC
“Is it really safe to let him roam freely?” Ricardo asked, standing beside Stanley.
Stanley merely responded with a smile, saying nothing.
The primary issue with Donovan was his mental disorder.
Stanley was gearing up to administer hypnotherapy for Donovan.
The hypnotherapy session was scheduled three days later. During that time, every day, Donovan would sit in the hospital courtyard, blankly staring at the entrance.
Kathleen had visited twice, but Shelby hadn’t even once, which upset Donovan.
A leaf fell at Donovan’s feet, and he picked it up because it was the kind of maple leaf that Shelby adored.
Twirling the leaf stem between his fingers, Donovan lifted the leaf to shield himself from the sunlight, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“Mr. Mayer,” someone called out to him.
Donovan turned around.
“Dr. Black has summoned you to the treatment room.” The caregiver stood beside him, waiting for him to rise.
“Is it beautiful?” Donovan showed the caregiver the leaf.
The caretaker responded with a smile and a nod. “Yes”
The two of them walked together toward the treatment room.
The nurse would occasionally steal glances at Donovan. On the night he arrived, it took more than ten people to restraint
him.
However, he hadn’t caused any trouble since he started staying there.
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Go on in. This is as far as I can take you,” the caregiver said with a smile, opening the door.
Stanley was already waiting in the treatment room.
Donovan asked, “Hypnosis?”
After a quick glance at the equipment in the room, Donovan had a good grasp of the situation.
“You’re quite clever, Mr. Mayer,” Stanley said with a wann smile.
Donovan was lying in bed and said, “I’m not sick.
Stanley chuckled. “Mhm, you’re not.”
Donovan, feeling restless, closed his eyes as Stanley began to hypnotize him.
In a daze, he saw Shelby. It was the Shelby from a long, long time ago. Her youthful face still bore traces of baby fat, radiating innocence and charm.
The scenes flashed by in his mind as if it were a movie playing at double speed.
Donovan’s fingers clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.
He was experiencing intense emotional fluctuations on the bed. Without pause, Stanley continued with the hypnoth
session.
Gradually, Donovan began to tremble, tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. The entire bed shook viol due to his trembling.
Stanley snapped his fingers. Though still in pain, Donovan’s trembling gradually ceased as he curled up, eyes tightly shut His hair was dampened by his tears.
His sobs were restrained.
Donovan sat up, his arm shielding his eyes, his palm pressing firmly against the bed frame.
Stanley handed him a glass of water. “Congratulations, you can be discharged now.”
Donovan’s hands wouldn’t cease their trembling as he hung his head low, catching his breath. “Thank you.”
After leaving the bed, he staggered toward the door.
Stanley didn’t utter a word. Instead, he informed Ricardo. Ricardo, in turn, made the first call to the Mayer family.
After asking for a detailed account of the situation, Gordon, upon hearing the assurance from Stanley that the treatment was successful, agreed to Donovan’s discharge from the hospital.
Ricardo had approved the paperwork, but Donovan didn’t hurry off immediately. He lingered for a while under his usual spot, the tree, before finally leaving.
With his left hand holding a bag, he was walking and getting ready to make a call. He glanced up and decided to end the call
Callum was standing at the entrance of the mental hospital, waiting for him.
“I heard about your discharge from Old Mr. Mayer” Callum opened the car door for Donovan
Donovan nodded, then bent over to get into the car.
Callum hurried into the passenger seat, glancing at the person in the rearview mirror.
Callum didn’t dare to ask anything. As the sound of the car engine came to life, Donovan met Callum’s gaze.
Callum recoiled instantly. Then, Donovan asked plainly, “During this time, is there anything about the company you needto
discuss with me?”
“The collaboration with Mr. Maynard is progressing, and everything else is a order,” replied Callum.
Originally, Donovan had told him that he wouldn’t be going to the company for a couple of days and had entrusted him to manage it in his absence. Unexpectedly, he ended up not showing up for more than half a month.
Donovan extended his hand. “Cigarette.”
The hospital prohibited smoking, yet he yearned for a cigarette.
He was originally a man without a smoking habit, but he had become somewhat hooked.
Callum passed a cigarette over to Donovan, turned on the car’s air conditioning, and spoke in a low voice. “Mr. Mayer, do we need to head to a hotel first? Olivia just got home. She hasn’t had the chance to clean the house yet.”
Donovan’s eyelashes fluttered as he waved his hand dismissively. “Just go back.”
In the living room, all the roses on the couch had withered, with only red balloons floating overhead.
Olivia efficiently tossed the wilted flowers into the trash bin and then proceeded to deal with the balloons
Callum told her that Donovan had gone on a business trip for over half a month and didn’t want the things inside the homer
anymore.
Once Donovan entered his home, he found the living room had been cleaned spotlessly
The air was lightly scented, a subtle fragrance that Shelby used to adore.
Donovan was somewhat lost in thought.
“Mr. Mayer.” Olivia hurried over. “I’ve taken care of the things in the kitchen.”
Donovan cast a glance toward the kitchen, not uttering a single word before he ascended the stairs, leaving Olivia alone in the living room, mulling over things.
Inside the bedroom, Donovan stood by the bed, his fingers gently caressing the urn.
Shelby was dead, her ashen remains confined within that small container, incapable of crying, laughing, or even possessing warmth
He slept clutching the box until the evening, as the first night lights of the city began to glow outside.
He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Callum on WhatsApp. “Help me purchase a plot in Holly Grove Cemetery.
Callum rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’ll take care of it right away.”
He never dared to probe Donovan because before, if Shelby wasn’t mentioned, the latter behaved just like anyone else.
At that moment, he was relieved that Donovan seemed to have recovered.
Callum was swift in handling matters. After negotiating the location, he provided feedback to Donovan
After ending the call, Donovan knocked on the door before him. After a short while, footsteps could be heard from within.
Kyler looked at Donovan’s face on the electronic screen, surprised. The edge of his lips twitched before he touched his mouth.
The place where he had been hit last time still ached.
His family had gone bankrupt, and he was frantically busy dealing with the household affairs. Yet, Donovan decided to pay
him a visit at that moment.
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Kyler looked around, weighing a golf club in his hand.
He placed his hand behind his back, opening the door for Donovan.
“Mr. Mayer, what a surprise.” Kyler looked past him, seeing no one else behind. It seems he came alone, but his assistant or bodyguards may merely be out of sight.
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