Chapter 557

Speaking with evident delight, Grace gloated, "Dorothea, Don looks like he has clinical depression. People with that kind of illness seem normal most of the time. They can laugh and talk, but one day they might just kill themselves. It's terrifying. "Still, I find it strange," she added with contempt. "Don's not the type to get sick like that. How can a grown man behave as if he would die for one woman? Pathetic." While Dorothea fretted and Grace sneered, Ethan stood quietly apart. His attention was entirely on Donovan, and he held a gaze so intent that it seemed to ache with effort. Seeing the blood on Donovan's face and the stunned, numbed shell he'd become after that violent outburst, Ethan felt his own heart break. Doubt gnawed at him. Had his decisions been right or wrong? Could such a huge secret really be kept forever? It had only been a year, and only a faint rumor had reached them, yet Donovan had erupted into this catastrophe. If they kept hiding the truth, what would