Chapter 433

Evelyn shifted her gaze to Donovan. Despite his gaunt appearance, she believed he still possessed the strength to handle Rosalind, given his towering six-and-a-half-foot frame and years of military training.

"I trust Rosalind. She knows how to care for Donovan in her own unique way," Evelyn murmured softly.

Moments later, they spotted Rosalind dragging two massive suitcases down the grand staircase. Nathaniel and Rosalind Baskins rushed to assist while Evelyn wheeled Donovan toward the waiting car.

Once settled, their convoy departed Blackwood Manor en route to Wright Estate. Evelyn occupied the front passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the blurring landscape as she became lost in thought.

From the backseat came Donovan's raspy command: "Turn this car around."

"We're retrieving Cassandra's belongings from Wright Estate first," Rosalind explained coolly. "Then we're heading straight to the airport. I've packed your passport. We're getting you proper medical treatment abroad."

"I said take me back," Donovan growled through clenched teeth.

Rosalind crossed her arms, unfazed. "The decision's been made. We're leaving tonight."

"Don't make me hurt you," Donovan warned darkly.

With a derisive snort, Rosalind leaned back. "Really? In your condition? You need assistance eating, bathing, and rely on sedatives to sleep. You couldn't even lift a finger against me right now. Face it - you're just avoiding reality like the coward you've become."

The car fell silent, shocked by the caregiver's brutal honesty toward her $40,000/month charge. "You're pushing me too far, Rosalind," Donovan seethed.

"Pushing you?" She laughed mirthlessly. "You're not worth the effort."

Evelyn turned sharply, appalled by Rosalind's cruelty. Before she could intervene, Donovan lunged at Rosalind with feral intensity.

Rosalind reacted instantly. As he moved, she pinned his wrists against the seatback, straddling his thighs with practiced ease. Nathaniel cowered in the opposite corner.

"Rosalind! Don't hurt him!" Evelyn cried, alarmed by how easily Donovan was subdued.

Rosalind strained against Donovan's weakened resistance, uncaring of their compromising position. Modesty had become irrelevant months ago when she'd started bathing him daily. She knew every scar, every tremor of his broken body.

This was their routine now - whenever he resisted, she overpowered him. If provoking his rage gave him reason to keep fighting, she'd gladly become his target. Even murderous intent was preferable to surrender.

Breathing heavily, Rosalind smirked down at him. "Pathetic. You can't even break free, yet you threaten to kill me?"

"Must you destroy what little confidence he has left?" Evelyn pleaded.

"No," Rosalind stated flatly.

Evelyn fell silent, unable to bear witnessing Donovan's humiliation yet unwilling to undermine Rosalind's methods. She stared out the window, baffled by their dynamic.

After several failed escape attempts, Donovan suddenly erupted in bitter laughter. "You're right. I'm worthless. Can't walk. Can't see. Can't even defend myself."

The car filled with palpable pity at his broken admission.

Undeterred, Rosalind pressed on. "Listen carefully. Your family pays me $40,000 monthly to care for you. I'll do my job properly whether you cooperate or not. The choice is yours - accept treatment and recover, or remain in that wheelchair indefinitely. As long as the checks clear, I'll care for you as long as necessary."