Chapter 334

Evelyn's chest tightened as she turned back toward the entrance of Blackwood Manor, her voice laced with worry.

"Liam, Donovan is blind and paralyzed. With his volatile temper, who will look after him?"

Liam's piercing gaze held hers as he murmured, "He's drunk himself into oblivion. Once he passes out, the maid will clean his room and the doctor will administer IV nutrients and therapy."

Evelyn couldn't bear watching Donovan self-destruct like this. It felt like witnessing a slow-motion suicide. "I need to see him."

With resolve, Evelyn stood and strode toward the manor.

"Evelyn." Liam rose abruptly, debating whether to stop her, but ultimately restrained himself.

She only wanted to pull Donovan from his despair. He should be grateful for her compassion.

As Evelyn disappeared from view, an unfamiliar wave of desolation crashed over Liam, accompanied by turbulent emotions.

Her genuine care for Donovan was unmistakable.

Rosalind observed Liam's conflicted expression. "Mr. Blackwood, Evelyn has always been kind-hearted, so—"

"No explanation needed," Liam cut her off.

While he struggled with Evelyn's affection for another, he still hoped for Donovan's recovery.

Liam sat back down, pulled out his phone to handle business matters, and waited patiently for Evelyn's return.

Minutes ticked by.

They waited endlessly, but Evelyn never emerged.

Suddenly, Rosalind's phone chimed twice.

She glanced at the screen, then looked up startled. "Mr. Blackwood, Evelyn just texted asking me to prepare soup and bring it in."

Liam stood immediately. "I'll handle it."

Rosalind followed him.

Another half hour slipped away.

Outside the kitchen of Blackwood Manor, Liam handed the tray to Rosalind. "You should take this in. Donovan rarely opens up to anyone but Evelyn."

"Perhaps let her stay longer to comfort him."

"But what about you?" Rosalind asked.

"I'll manage. Donovan needs her more," Liam replied with a bitter smile.

"Alright." Rosalind took the tray and left.

Liam exhaled heavily, the weight in his chest growing. An indescribable ache spread through him.

Under the scorching sun, he departed Blackwood Manor alone.

Inside, Evelyn found Donovan collapsed on the floor.

She guided him to bed, tended to his injuries, then requested soup.

Taking advantage of his drunken state, she carefully spoon-fed him.

Two hours later, Evelyn emerged to find Liam gone.

Frantic, she searched around. "Where's Liam?"

Rosalind answered, "He left. Said Donovan needed you more and asked you to stay."

"Donovan does need care, but when he wakes, he won't recognize anyone. I can't reach him—staying changes nothing," Evelyn said anxiously, heading out. "But Liam could be in danger any moment."

Rosalind followed, reassuring her, "Evelyn, don't worry. Liam's highly capable with reliable staff. He'll be fine."

Evelyn hurried down the garden path toward the gates, breathless. "Some dangers can't be avoided."

"Evelyn, ultimately there are two types of drugging. One renders victims helpless and manipulable."

"The other enhances desires beyond control."