Chapter 250 Capture Donny and Bring Him Back
He remembered Donny's face. "William, that's your child, yours."
He remembered the despair in Isabella's eyes at the ICU entrance.
William could no longer bring himself to lie peacefully beside Isabella.
He was a sinner, more evil than anyone else.
He was the one who had killed Amara.
William pulled out that knife and stabbed it into his own left hand.
The blade pierced through his palm, the tip exposed in the air.
William's hand trembled with pain, but his face wore a relieved smile.
He twisted the knife, the clash of bone and metal making a sound.
Images flooded back to him, and soon he pulled the knife out again.
He took out fresh gauze and wrapped up the wound.
Blood dripped onto the floor. He jumped off the bed and licked all the blood clean with his tongue.
Only then did he lean against the bed and let out a long breath.
"The blood flowing in my body is Isabella's blood."
He tilted his head, like a child who had gotten a perfect score.
His face wore an innocent smile.
"My blood has merged with Isabella's blood."
"I am William, and I am also Isabella."
He tilted his head back.
The gauze on his hand loosened, and fresh blood seeped out again.
William quickly tightened the gauze and licked the blood off it.
"We are one."
"As long as I'm still alive, Isabella's blood is still flowing, and she can still be alive."
William stroked his left hand, saying softly, "Isabella, why were you so foolish?"
"Why did you secretly donate blood to me?"
"Why didn't you tell me anything?"
Donny's voice appeared in his head again.
"She used her own blood to keep you alive for nearly four years. And you? You humiliated her in every way, hurt her all over for your lover, and personally killed your child. You drove her to this, you drove her to this, and now you're hiding here crying?"
"William, what are you crying for? Do you deserve to cry?"
The smile disappeared from William's face.
"Stop talking."
"Get out of my head."
"Donny, don't make me kill you."
He covered his ears, and his left hand started bleeding again.
It seemed even the blood that belonged to Isabella wanted to escape his body.
"What you owe Isabella, you can never repay in your lifetime."
But Donny's voice kept drilling into his head uncontrollably.
William crawled under the bed, trying to find an enclosed space to hide.
But Donny kept talking in his ear.
"Isabella married you to fulfill her sister's dying wish. She lived as Beatrice's substitute, and she didn't want to live anymore. She was just completing Beatrice's dream for her, and you personally destroyed everything."
Tears dripped from his eyes.
William could no longer bear this torture.
He escaped from under the bed and locked himself in a closet.
"Donny, I told you to stop talking."
"If you keep talking, I'll kill you."
"I really will kill you."
But Donny's voice kept repeating.
"You're someone who should have died long ago. Why are you still alive?"
"Don't you feel guilty at all when you see Isabella every day?"
No one would see that, hiding in the closet, those words from Donny were actually coming from William's own mouth.
He was talking to himself, even imitating Donny's voice.
Until he burst out of the closet and rushed into the bathroom.
William submerged his entire head in water.
Those voices finally disappeared.
The cold tap water shocked his scalp.
William suddenly opened his eyes. The water was actually red.
Red as blood.
He saw a face burned black, almost turned to charcoal, right there in that blood-red sink.
William was so scared he jerked upright.
But the color of the water changed again, back to its normal transparency.
The water was clearly clean, no blood, no burned face.
William leaned against the wall, cold water dripping from his hair down his cheeks.
He slumped down on the floor, pulling hard at his hair.
"Why is this happening?"
"What's wrong with me?"
After his wet hair dried, William patted his throbbing head.
He ran back to the bedroom and called Dylan.
"Arrest him, arrest Donny for me."
Dylan, still asleep, was suddenly awakened by the message on the phone.
He even thought he was dreaming.
But the voice on the other end was crystal clear.
"Mr. Spencer, it's very late now. Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow."
He tried to change course, wanting to give William time to think calmly.
Donny was a selfless person.
He was willing to give his life for Isabella.
Someone like that should not be dragged into the mess after Isabella's death.
"Dylan, you know very well my principles for doing things."
The phone was hung up directly. Dylan lay in bed, rubbing his throbbing temples.
Still a bit hesitant in his heart.
He didn't understand why, after clearly deciding to let them go, William would make such a decision.
Isabella's character — he believed William understood it well.
Even if she suffered greatly herself, she wouldn't want to drag them down.
It was precisely because of Isabella's character that Donny and the others would risk their own lives to pull Isabella out of the mud.
Even though in the end, they all failed.
For the first time, Dylan made a different decision.
He left his room and headed upstairs.
This time, he didn't want to be just a bystander anymore.
He also wanted to do something for William.
He knew this was William's impulsive action, something he would definitely regret after he calmed down.
Dylan sent a message to Donny: "Take Ambrose and leave the country. Don't come back."
He turned off his phone and walked step by step to the door of that room.
He took several deep breaths before pulling himself together.
Dylan finally made his choice.
After waiting half a minute, the William who appeared before him seemed not to have slept all night.
He wore a neat suit, his hair combed meticulously.
Except for the gauze on his left hand, the color of the blood on it looked fresh.
"Mr. Spencer, do you remember Ms. Tudor's request?"
William's face darkened, already thinking about replacing him.
But hearing "Ms. Tudor," he still listened patiently.
"Ms. Tudor always hoped that her friends could live healthy and happy lives."
"Amara, Donny, Ambrose — these people are all Ms. Tudor's friends. During Ms. Tudor's hardest days, they gave Ms. Tudor hope."
"If something happens to Ms. Tudor's remaining friends, Ms. Tudor will definitely be very upset."
William closed his eyes, his left hand clenching tight.
His chest throbbed with pain, so much that he couldn't speak.
Dylan waited quietly, waiting for William to change his mind.
But the first words William said after opening his eyes made him go cold all over.
"Arrest him, bring Donny back to me."
No one could change William's decision.