Chapter 14 The Psychologist.
The heart belonged to Shelby, so Donovan’s worry was only natural. After all, she had been reduced to ashes, and the only thing left of her in this world was her heart beating in someone else’s body.
Cordon and Kathleen hurriedly arrived at the hospital, where they encountered Donovan in the corridor.
Donovan was somewhat taken aback. “Dad, Mom, what brings you here!”
Kathleen’s eyes were somewhat red. “I missed you, so I came to see you.”
Gordon glanced at the attending physician, who understood and hurriedly left.
“I’ve arranged for you to see a psychologist. You should go now,” said Gordon, grimacing slightly. Donovan’s gaze turned icy “What do you mean by that?”
Gordon questioned, “What have you prepared at home?”
Before they headed to the hospital, they first paid a visit to Donovan’s place, only to find that the entire house was filled with items prepared by Donovan.
Olivia was not around. In the kitchen, ribs were still simmering, and on the table, there were two wine glassecond cutleries.
‘s for Sh
“It’s
birthday,” Donovan said, his lips tightly pressed together.
His hair fell over his eyes, lending a fierce intensity to his gaze that was hard to withstand, even for his father
“Why would a dead person celebrate a birthday?” Gordon scoffed.
Upon noticing the off expression on Donovan’s face, Kathleen gave Gordon a squeeze.
Donovan’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you saying is dead?”
His fists clenched tightly. “Even if I were to die, she wouldn’t. Shelby is three years younger than me. She’s always in good health.”
Gritting his teeth, Gordon trembled with rage. “You must be out of your mind.”
He had initially harbored doubts about Callum’s words over the phone, but at that moment, he was certain Donovan had psychological issues.
Gordon made a phone call. “Everyone, come over. Bring him into the car.”
Before long, Gordon’s people arrived.
Clancing around, Donovan rolled up his sleeves.
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