novelraw Chapter 191 - 157: Rescue
Chapter 191 - 157: Rescue
’Hadn’t his love been wretched, despicable, and pathetic?’
Naomi Shaw opened her mouth to argue, but then she remembered what Julian Donovan had just told her on the phone and swallowed her words. ’Don’t say anything. Don’t do anything. Just wait for him to get here.’
’But when will he get here?’ She felt so helpless, so terrified... She really... couldn’t hold on much longer, especially not when facing Sean Donovan. Only she knew how panicked she felt inside. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her nurse’s uniform, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug sharply into her palms. She used the stinging pain to keep herself from trembling.
"Anna, did he teach you to be so quiet?"
When Sean Donovan saw her reaction, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes. He leaned in close, staring at her face as he lowered his voice. "It’s useless, Anna. The evidence is conclusive. Murder... is a crime you pay for with your life!"
As he spoke, he reached out to touch her pale, ashen face.
It wasn’t she who had gone mad—it was him. The bitterness and pain of not being able to have her had driven him insane.
Julian Donovan burst in the very instant Sean Donovan finished speaking. He swept her into his arms, shielding her with his body and pulling her away from Sean’s outstretched hand. Then, he looked up and calmly addressed Sean Donovan, "Sean Donovan, cut out your disgraceful ideas. She will not be making any statements until her lawyer arrives."
’Sean Donovan is just trying to provoke her, to force her to say something reckless. With so many people here, they’d all become witnesses. Thank God! Thank God she listened to me and held on until I got here.’
The moment he embraced her, Naomi Shaw’s trembling body went limp and her legs gave out. Julian Donovan held her tightly, letting her lean on his broad frame for support. Naomi wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and buried her face in his chest. She didn’t look at or listen to anything, just held onto him, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat. Only then did her fear begin to subside.
Sean Donovan glanced at the embracing couple, took a step back, and sneered. "Well, you got here fast."
Julian Donovan ignored Sean Donovan. Holding the trembling woman in his arms, he swept an icy gaze over the crowd of doctors and nurses who had gathered to watch. "Everyone not involved, clear out!" he barked.
Julian Donovan, after all, was a man who had once commanded the criminal underworld; a single glance from him was enough to make them tremble. Some of the crowd quickly dispersed, but the more curious ones remained, unwilling to leave. They were eager to get the scoop on what was happening. Wasn’t Anna Quinn the fiancée of Sean Donovan? How did she end up in the arms of Julian Donovan, the president of Mercy Hospital, the Donovan Group’s rival?
Although everyone in Wincastle knew about Julian Donovan’s public confession at the concert, the woman’s identity had never been revealed. Besides, the name he had mentioned back then wasn’t Anna Quinn.
Julian Donovan’s expression turned utterly cold. "The Donovan Group will soon belong to Mercy. If you’d like to be fired, by all means, keep standing around and watching."
As soon as he said that, no one dared to remain. They had long heard that the employee benefits at Mercy were excellent; who would want to lose such a coveted job?
Just as the crowd was dispersing, the police arrived, followed shortly by Julian Donovan’s lawyer. Julian quietly explained the gist of the situation to him. The lawyer nodded, then walked over to the police and Sean Donovan. He first presented his credentials, then said, "Since President Sean Donovan suspects my client, Miss Naomi Shaw, of involvement in the murder of Mr. Charles Donovan, we request to see the evidence first."
Sean Donovan hadn’t expected Julian Donovan to act so quickly, even bringing a lawyer. He sneered and gestured with his hand, and the person in charge of surveillance played the recording again.
To anyone unfamiliar with Naomi Shaw, the nurse in the video would have been her spitting image. Her height and build looked nearly identical, as did the visible part of her face above the mask. Her hairstyle, hair color, the clothes beneath her uniform, and even her shoes were a perfect match.
But Julian Donovan knew at a single glance that it wasn’t her. Naomi had always been a kind and compassionate woman; her eyes were always filled with warmth and gentleness. The woman in the video, however, had looked at the security camera with an expression that was cold and numb.
That single look was enough for him to be certain. But his personal conviction wasn’t evidence that could prove her innocence, so for now, all he could do was remain silent.