The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 284

Given the circumstances, that meant Donald was no longer into her.

She stared at Donald, dumbfounded as tears flowed nonstop. The expression on her face was a complex mix of regret, guilt, and mourning.

“Can I have a minute with Donald?” Jennifer asked in a low voice while biting her lip.

Wynter and the rest exchanged glances before walking out of the ward in unison, leaving Donald and Jennifer alone in the large room.

Meanwhile, Jennifer could see clearly that Donald's eyes were losing their previous luster.

“Donald..." Jennifer sat down beside him and held his right arm.

When she laid eyes on it, her heart sank again.

There were rough cracks on his arm, and the veins in it bulged. As soon as she saw it, she knew it was in poor condition. Other than that, his face was deathly pale. Moreover, all of his thick, raven hair had become silvery.

“Jadar Stone had rid me of all of my vitality,” he said.

Jennifer kissed his right arm and then rubbed it with her cheek. Shaking her head, she wept. “I'm sorry... But why did you act in such a silly way? Why didn't you leave even though you knew the stone could be fatal to you?”

Donald's gaze became steely. “Leave? What would happen to the lab if I had left? Do you seriously think you will get to live on, free of consequences, if there's a data breach? Will your trashy brother get to continue going around being a show-off if I had left?”

Jennifer would never understand Donald's patriotism and heroism.

“Leave. Go home.” Donald retracted his arm. “I'm just a dying man.”

No longer able to contain her feelings of sorrow, Jennifer collapsed into his arms and bawled her eyes out.

Although Donald wanted to fly into a rage, he suppressed that urge, choosing instead to persuade her in a gentle voice, “I'm tired. I need some rest.”

It wasn't until then that Jennifer scrambled up and wiped her tears before declaring resolutely, “Donald, I will do everything to find a cure. If I can't, I will die alongside you.”

Wynter had also returned to her residence in search of solutions to the predicament.

Thus, Reina was left with the responsibility to take care of Donald. She was in charge of taking care of his daily needs.

Raymond came to visit once, and he shed tears upon seeing Donald.

He could no longer see Donald's face clearly, so he couldn't read Donald's fortune, nor could he identify a way out for the latter.

Meanwhile, Jennifer arrived at her home.

Kevin was scrolling his phone on the balcony while sitting in his wheelchair. Upon noticing her arrival, he set his phone down with a gloomy look in his eyes. “Why were you home so late? Were you frolicking around with Donald?”

Linda rushed over to her when she heard noises. With her hands on her hips, she blurted out furiously, “You d*mn girl! Where the f*ck have you been to? You had Tyrone waiting for you for half an hour! Are you playing dumb? Why won't you want to marry someone from a prestigious family that is a century old?”