In less than 20 minutes, Donovan burst through the ward door like a storm.
"What on earth happened?"
He rushed straight to the bedside, panting as he asked, "How are you right now? Tell me, quick!"
"Don't panic, I'm… really fine now." Giselle tried her best to soothe him. "It was scary, but I'm okay. It's all over."
She then briefly told him how she'd gone to inspect the plantation, been chased by two feral dogs, and, at the critical moment, been rescued by Chris.
After hearing what had happened and seeing her arm scratched by the dogs, not to mention the risk of miscarriage, Donovan's face darkened with rage. He clenched his fists and slammed the table hard to vent his fury.
"Where is Chris?" he demanded.
At that moment, Chris appeared at the door and said in a low voice, "I'm here."
Donovan spun around, and the instant he saw him, fury overwhelmed him. He strode over, grabbed him by the collar, and demanded viciously, "Tell me! How could this still happen? What am I paying you for? Give me an explanation!"
Chris met his gaze for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes. "Sorry. It was my mistake."
Seeing how intense Donovan's reaction was, Giselle felt a little guilty. From the bed, she spoke up to intervene. "This isn't the time to blame anyone. Chris has been very conscientious and responsible. Nobody is perfect, so don't make things harder for him."
Donovan caught sight of the bandage on Chris' leg and glared at him for a long moment. Looking closely at Chris' somber, inscrutable face, he couldn't help but grow more suspicious of this foreign man.


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