Chloe Preston said, "Could you be any more obvious?" Donovan Xavier chuckled and pulled her into his arms, tugging the blanket over her. "Connor Sutton already told me about your father," he said gently. "I’ve already given him the money. There’s no need for you to pay it back." Chloe Preston looked up at him. "Why did you pay it for me? I can repay him myself." Donovan Xavier leaned closer, his nose brushing against her cheek. "I’m your husband; I’m rich. I can’t bear to see you spend your own money." "Besides, what’s mine is yours. What’s wrong with using my money to pay off the debt?" "You don’t need to feel indebted to me. Between us, I’ve always owed you more. I promised to marry you, but I still haven’t been able to." "Will you resent me?" Chloe Preston shook her head, her gaze falling to the diamond ring on her hand as her eyes grew misty. "I don’t resent you." She knew it was tough for him, too. The Xavier Family had never accepted her, so he’d been protecting her, bearing so much on his own. The two of them just held each other while the door remained slightly ajar. Connor Sutton stood at the entrance holding a container of porridge, watching everything inside. He stood there for a long time but ultimately decided not to disturb them. He placed the porridge by the door before turning and quietly walking away. On the hospital bed, Donovan Xavier tidied her messy hair and smiled gently. "I’ll hold you for a little longer, then we’ll have the doctor check on you. If everything’s okay, I’ll take you home." Chloe Preston nodded, nestled in his embrace. After a moment, she said, "Donovan, I have something to tell you." "Maybe it’s just me being sensitive because of the pregnancy, but I feel like someone’s been following me lately." Donovan Xavier frowned, growing tense. "Following you?" "Have you offended anyone?" Chloe Preston thought about it seriously. "No." Donovan Xavier fell silent. After a long moment, he took out his phone and made a call. It took a few seconds before the call was answered. Donovan Xavier spoke first, "Hello, Grandpa." On the other end, Caleb Xavier’s voice was cold. "Heh, I’m hardly worthy of you calling me ’Grandpa’ these days. What, did the sun rise in the west today? You actually know how to call me!" "I thought you were going to cut ties with the Xavier Family and me forever for that woman!" Donovan Xavier got straight to the point. "I’m calling to ask you one thing: did you arrange for someone to secretly follow Chloe?" "What are you planning?" The line went silent. After a long pause, Caleb Xavier roared, "Donovan Xavier, are you out of your mind!" "I originally thought you called because you still had some respect for me as your grandfather, but it turns out it’s still about that woman!" Donovan asked in a low voice, "So it wasn’t you?" Caleb Xavier snapped, "Nonsense! If I wanted to do anything to her, she’d already be dead!" Donovan Xavier hung up. He reached out, pulling the woman back into his arms. "It wasn’t Grandpa. I’ll have someone investigate this thoroughly. Don’t be afraid. The bodyguards are protecting you at all times; you’ll be safe." Chloe Preston nodded. "Okay." In the morning, the sun hung high in the sky. Donovan Xavier drove Chloe Preston to the hospital. This was because Adrian Rhodes had mentioned that Cecilia Miller was hospitalized late one night for acute heart failure after the last banquet. Her condition was serious, and she was still in a coma. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel{f}ire.net Chloe Preston had visited the day before yesterday afternoon but couldn’t stop worrying, so she came again today to check on her. Donovan Xavier held her hand, leading her inside. A gentle female voice called from behind. They turned to see Rosalind Rowan standing not far away, waving at him with a smile. A car door opened beside her, and Caleb Xavier got out with a cane, supported by bodyguards. Rosalind Rowan took his arm, her beauty striking and refined, as she walked over with a cheerful smile. Rosalind Rowan completely ignored Chloe Preston, stepping forward with a shimmering smile in her eyes as she moved to hug the man. Donovan Xavier stepped back, avoiding her. "Miss Rowan, mind the boundaries." His voice was cool and naturally authoritative, carrying a clear detachment. Rosalind Rowan’s expression stiffened slightly. Caleb Xavier slowly approached. Chloe Preston hurriedly withdrew her hand from Donovan’s and offered a polite greeting. "Hello, Grandpa Xavier." Caleb Xavier scanned her from head to toe and uttered coldly, "Heh, what bad luck." Donovan Xavier’s handsome face darkened. "What did you say?" Caleb Xavier looked right at him, not flinching as he spoke each word with emphasis, "I said, meeting her is truly bad luck!" "I was just coming for a check-up. I didn’t expect to run into her. It completely ruins the mood!" "No wonder the almanac said today was an unlucky day to go out!" "You!" Donovan Xavier seethed, about to step forward.