CEO Ex-Husband, Don't Bother Me

Chapter 192 - 157: Rescue 2

The woman in his arms was still trembling against his chest. "Julian, it wasn’t me. It really wasn’t me..."

The sweat from her palms soaked through the fabric of his shirt at his waist. His heart ached as he held her and led her to the side. Pulling the sobbing, almost breathless woman out of his embrace, he cupped her small face and looked at her, trying to give her strength. "I know it wasn’t you. That was just a woman who looks exactly like you. Trust me, I will clear your name!"

’But if this is a frame-up, there must be evidence to prove her innocence,’ he thought. ’I’ll find it.’

"Mm..."

She nodded, and large, aggrieved tears rolled down from her eyes. Julian Donovan’s heart seized in a painful spasm. He wanted nothing more than to tear Sean Donovan to pieces.

After the video finished playing, the evidence seemed conclusive to everyone. An officer walked directly over to Naomi Shaw and said, "Miss Shaw, we are now arresting you on suspicion of murder. Please come with us to the station."

Naomi Shaw’s composure, so hard-won, shattered into panic once more. She shrank fearfully into Julian Donovan’s arms. Julian held her close and shot a look at his lawyer. Under the circumstances, it was inevitable she’d have to go in. It had all happened too fast for him to find any evidence yet.

The lawyer walked over to the police officer. "Please allow me a few words with my client."

The lawyer’s request was reasonable, so the officer had to agree. Julian Donovan whispered a command to his lawyer, "Get a copy of that video!"

The lawyer nodded, then said a few more words to Naomi Shaw before stepping back.

The officer stepped forward. The color had drained completely from Naomi Shaw’s face. Huddled tightly in his arms, she refused to move, helplessly crying out his name. "Julian..."

Julian Donovan could only comfort her. "Don’t be afraid. I’ll get you out as fast as I can!"

In the end, a tearful Naomi Shaw was led away by the police. Julian Donovan watched her retreating, trembling figure, his hands clenched into tight fists as a frosty look settled over his face.

He spun around, stalking toward Sean Donovan with a palpable aura of fury. The gun he carried could be drawn at any moment to end Sean Donovan’s life.

Sean Donovan just stood there, his expression showing no trace of grief for his lost relative, Charles Donovan, nor any guilt for framing a kind woman. His face was indifferent and merciless, as if he were a mere bystander to the chaos.

Julian Donovan stopped in front of Sean Donovan, fighting the urge to draw his gun. "Is this your way of loving her?" he asked coldly. "Does torturing her like this make you happy?"

A faint smile touched Sean Donovan’s lips. "So what if it does?"

He hadn’t done this to destroy her, as they all believed. He had done it... to possess her.

Murder carried the death penalty, and of course, he couldn’t bear for her to die. The person who impersonated her and committed the murder would die in her place. Then she would live on, but she would never be able to show her face in public again. He would take her away to a place where no one knew her, and they would live a simple life together.

Julian Donovan swung his fist toward Sean Donovan, but his lawyer caught his arm just in time. "If you attack him now, it will only make the situation worse for Miss Shaw!"

Of course, Julian Donovan knew this. He had just been too consumed by rage to control himself. At his lawyer’s words, he immediately lowered his fist. He stared at Sean Donovan and said sharply, enunciating every word, "Sean Donovan, what goes around comes around. You’ll get what’s coming to you!"

Each word was spoken with clear, imposing force, stabbing at Sean Donovan. But Sean just let out a cold snort and turned to leave.

Julian Donovan’s lawyer got a copy of the video from the person in charge of security footage. As they walked out together, Julian glanced one last time at Charles Donovan on the hospital bed. ’Charles Donovan spent his whole life shackled by class prejudice, harming his own son and two families. In the end, he was murdered in a plot orchestrated by the grandson he doted on. This is what you call retribution.’

As Julian Donovan and his lawyer left the hospital room, a young nurse, huddled in a corner at the far end of the hallway, saw them and quickly called out, "Mr. Donovan!"

Julian Donovan stopped. Seeing that no one else was around, the young nurse hurried over, her face full of grief. "I was on duty with Miss Anna last night. I can’t believe a kind person like Miss Anna would kill someone..."

Julian Donovan frowned at the young nurse, unsure of what she was trying to say. She quickly continued, "Something very strange happened last night. I wanted to tell you in case it can help you get Miss Anna out! It was last night, sometime between nine and ten, when I saw Miss Anna heading to the administration building. But later, Miss Anna said she hadn’t gone there and had just gotten back from outside. At the time, I just thought I’d made a mistake because it was so dark, but now it seems really suspicious!"

"Sometime between nine and ten?"

Julian Donovan’s expression grew serious. After a moment of contemplation, he said with certainty, "That person definitely wasn’t her!"

Both the lawyer and the young nurse were confused by his confidence. He knitted his brows and asked the nurse, "Did she go out for a bit before that?"

The young nurse nodded repeatedly. "Yes! She took a call and said she had to step out for a moment!"

"I was the one who called her out. We were in my car outside the whole time. So the person you saw definitely wasn’t her. Around ten, she wasn’t going to the administration building; she was just heading back inside after leaving me!"

Julian Donovan explained what had actually happened the previous night. ’I’d actually wanted to stay and keep her company for her entire night shift, but she wouldn’t let me,’ he thought with regret. ’If only I had insisted.’

’If I had been by her side, would any of this have happened?’

The young nurse gasped, covering her mouth. "So someone really is framing Miss Anna? That’s horrible! But how can there be two faces so alike in the world?"

The lawyer standing nearby commented, "With how advanced plastic surgery is these days, you can get any face you want. I just never imagined someone could be so sinister as to come up with such a method to frame another person!"