Chapter 1287 Do Not Dream Of Getting It
“Due to the intensity of yesterday’s competition, many of you did not get enough rest. Take the day off, and we’ll continue the third round of competition tomorrow,” Abraham announced.
Many of the contestants had stayed up all night to treat their patients. They had to be in tip-top condition for the competition, so everyone agreed with Abraham’s suggestion.
After saying their goodbyes to Abraham, the contestants returned to their respective rooms.
Arielle instructed Sasha to escort the elderly lady off before strolling back to her room. Queenie’s gaze riveted on Arielle’s retreating figure, her eyes taking on a menacing glint as Donovan nudged her back to their room.
“Donovan, if things progress as is, Arielle will become the head of the Mill family,” Queenie whispered to Donovan once they were inside the room. Her tone carried a hint of urgency. To Queenie, it did not matter to her who got the title as long as it was not Arielle.
She could not bear to imagine her rival winning that coveted title.
“Well, it is what it is.”
Despite his perfunctory reply, Donovan was all too familiar with the taste of resentment that came with losing to Arielle. Still, there was nothing they could do to change the situation. Arielle’s outstanding abilities were plain to see, and both Abraham and Cornelius valued integrity. It was impossible to sabotage Arielle.
“I still don’t want Arielle to become the head of the Mills family.” Queenie gnashed her teeth at the thought of it. “Before, I convinced myself that if she really becomes the head of the family, I would chalk it up to fate and accept it. However, I can’t get over how she treated you after she found out that you were stalking her. Her behavior was a slap to your face and an insult to me! How can we let someone like her take the Mill family medical manuscripts?”
Queenie could care less about the position, but her anger toward Arielle blazed because of Donovan. She could quietly endure the shame of not being as good as Arielle and even come to accept Arielle as the head of the Mills, but she refused to let bygones be bygones when it came to how Arielle had treated Donovan. To Queenie, Donovan was more important than life itself.
Unbeknownst to Queenie, Donovan was reluctant to revisit the memory of being beaten up by Arielle, and the way Queenie brought up the incident time and time again kindled his rage. It was humiliating for a man to be thrashed right in front of his wife, and his dignity had been crushed.
Donovan’s emotions got the better of him. “Can you stop talking about how Arielle beat me up?” he growled.
It was his first time losing his temper at Queenie since they had gotten married. Stunned, Queenie stared at him wordlessly.
After seeing Queenie’s terrified expression, Donovan realized that he had gone overboard. He understood that although it was annoying how Queenie kept reminding him of how he lost in a fight with a girl, she had said it out of concern for him.
“Queenie, I didn’t mean to yell or get mad at you,” Donovan quickly rectified. Tousling his hair, he continued in a low voice, “It’s just that every time you mention that incident, I feel useless for not being able to win against a woman.”
Although it was the truth, Donovan did not like showing Queenie his weak side.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that bringing that incident up would upset you.” Queenie’s heart ached as she took in Donovan’s miserable state. She wrapped her arms around her husband and apologized profusely, “I’ll never talk about it again. Never.”
Queenie’s eyes reddened with emotion. Go to hell, Arielle! It’s all your fault. How could you treat my husband like this?
“Donovan, I can’t let you endure this humiliation in silence. We must take our revenge!” Queenie’s voice dripped with malice.
“It’s not that I don’t want to seek revenge, but we can’t even beat her. How are we supposed to do it?” Donovan had even gone as far as hiring a hitman to murder Arielle, yet nothing had worked out.
