Chapter 941

Donovan's eyes widened in shock. His body froze mid-movement as Alexander's bodyguards rushed forward.

Five men pinned him down effortlessly.

His bloodshot gaze locked onto Isabella.

"I told you I'd file for divorce. Couldn't you wait one more day?"

Her voice cracked from crying. A raw, gut-wrenching scream tore from her throat.

"Screw your divorce! I was an idiot to believe you. Go back to your wife. You don't deserve me!"

How had she not seen it before? The man was rotten to the core.

She wanted to claw his deceitful face apart.

The air turned icy.

Donovan flinched violently. Alexander gave him one cold glance before sweeping Isabella into his arms and striding out.

The door slammed shut behind them. A hollow silence filled the space.

Donovan's expression darkened. His eyes turned stormy, his mood plummeting.

Beatrice stood trembling, ignoring the pain in her dislocated arm. Tears and snot streaked her face.

"Sir—"

"Who told you to do this?" His voice was flat. "I ordered you not to open that door."

The calmer he sounded, the more terrifying he became—like staring into an abyss.

His dead-eyed stare suffocated her. Beatrice looked up at his shadowed face. "Lie to me, and I'll take your other arm too."

She stiffened. She'd seen how the wealthy operated—no mercy, no second chances. Why was she suffering like this in her old age?

After a tense pause, she choked out the truth.

"Your wife made me do it. She said you'd dump Ms. Montgomery eventually, and I'd lose my job. If I helped her, she'd hire me permanently. Double my salary. Even get my son a position. All I had to do was let her people in..."

"Her people?"

"She said she'd send someone to take Ms. Montgomery away..." Her voice faded to a whisper.

Donovan's face twisted. He turned sharply and stormed out.

When Isabella left, it felt like his heart had been ripped out.

Should he be grateful Alexander got there first?

At the hospital, Isabella underwent tests while Evelyn and Natalie waited outside.

Alexander had already left with his security team.

Evelyn was about to call Bennett to dig into Donovan's past when her phone buzzed.

Preston.

She hesitated before answering, forcing calm into her voice.

"Hello?"

Preston's warm tone carried concern. "I brought you a midnight snack, but you weren't home. Where are you?"

Evelyn exhaled. "The hospital."

"What happened?" Alarm spiked in his voice.

She gave a brief explanation, intending to reassure him and hang up. He had work tomorrow.

But Preston cut in firmly. "I'm coming. Send me the address."

The line went dead before she could protest.

Evelyn sighed.

She'd never noticed before—Preston could be downright domineering.

Resigned, she texted him the location.

Natalie stood and handed Evelyn her phone.

"I had someone investigate Donovan Pierce. A business contact knows him. Said he's ruthless, emotionless, and manipulative. He's Vincent Delacroix's illegitimate son—the chairman of Celestial Media..."