Chapter 386: Chapter 384: Past Life and Present Life
"I finally understand what she was feeling a while back."
Just as Mia Grant had described, the same dream played over and over again.
It would have been one thing if it were a pleasant dream. The terrifying part was that in this dream—so real it felt like it had actually happened—the woman he loved left him.
’I should go back and talk to her,’ Yates Donovan thought.
But after booking the flight, he found he didn’t have the courage to go back.
He, too, was afraid.
He didn’t know how to face Mia Grant. He couldn’t act as he had before, not yet.
Over the past few days, everyone around him had noticed he wasn’t in good shape.
They just assumed he was overworked.
When he had a video call with his grandfather yesterday, he’d given the old man quite a scare.
His grandfather had packed up the family chef and nutritionist overnight and sent them over to look after his meals and daily life.
If he hadn’t stopped them, the elderly butler probably would have come along too.
"Uncle."
Dr. Quinlan’s brow twitched. "What?"
"Do you think parallel worlds really exist?"
"Maybe," Dr. Quinlan said, one hand in his pocket, speaking as if he were humoring a child. "Don’t TV shows all the time have stories about past lives, reincarnation, and rebirth?"
"Perhaps they all exist. It’s just a bit tricky to prove."
"I don’t think I’m having prophetic dreams. So, do you think what I’m dreaming about could be what you mentioned—a parallel world, or a past life?"
"..."
Dr. Quinlan was silent for a moment. "Come back now. Report to me the second you get off the plane."
The implication was clear: he thought there was something wrong with his head, that he was seriously ill.
’It’s fine.’
Yates Donovan didn’t care.
Right now, he didn’t want to get hung up on useless things.
"Actually, a long time ago, I also dreamed some stories about her. They were very real, but it was like they were from another world."
"She was living a terrible life."
Dr. Quinlan didn’t interrupt, listening silently as he rambled on for a long, long time.
Finally, he said, "If it’s a matter of past lives, then you should feel fortunate. Fortunate that she’s living well now."
"Am I?" Yates Donovan’s voice was flat.
Clearly, he didn’t feel happy.
After a long silence, he said, "It’s late. I’m hanging up. I’ll report to your office when I land tomorrow."
The call ended. Yates Donovan tossed the phone to Mr. Payne and told him to leave. He needed to rest.
Mr. Payne had just closed the door when the phone vibrated. The other party was calling back.
After a moment’s thought, he answered. "Hello, Mr. Quinlan. This is Mr. Donovan’s assistant. Mr. Donovan is resting now. Is there something urgent?"
"I’m not looking for him. I’m looking for you."
Mr. Payne was taken aback. "Go ahead, sir."
"Before he returns, keep an eye on his mental state. Contact me immediately if there are any issues."
Dr. Quinlan then rattled off the names of several medications. "Get these for him. If he won’t take them, force them down his throat."
"If he still can’t sleep after taking them, find a reliable doctor to give him a tranquilizer shot."
"..." Mr. Payne frowned. "I think Mr. Donovan is very calm."
"If you really think a madman’s words sound normal, then when you two get back, you can come report to my office with him."
Mr. Payne was at a loss for words.
"But Mr. Donovan has been in excellent health for years. He passes his annual psychological evaluation every time."
"You two don’t keep in regular contact, so you might not know, but I’m with him year-round. I can tell you with certainty that Mr. Donovan’s emotions have always been stable."
"He only appears crazy on the surface; he’s actually perfectly normal."
"I don’t believe one or two dreams are enough to make him lose his grip on reality. I think he’s rational, just like Miss Grant."
"Perhaps they are both just desperate for an answer."
Dr. Quinlan sounded surprised. "You’re just his assistant?"
"Yes."
"What’s your surname?"
"My surname is Payne. I’ve been with Mr. Donovan ever since he graduated."
Dr. Quinlan chuckled. "He’s such a difficult person. It must have been hard for you to stay by his side for so long."
"Mr. Donovan is a good person."
Dr. Quinlan kept smiling. "So you believe his whole theory about past lives and parallel worlds is real?"
"Are you aware of the Sinclair Family’s eldest son?"
"The Sinclairs from Jynsia?"
"Yes."
"I’ve heard of him. A genius, they say."
"That’s right. He recently switched his focus from mathematics to physics because he wants to prove the existence of parallel worlds. It’s also related to Miss Grant."
"..."
’It seems I have another new patient,’ Dr. Quinlan thought.
"Because Mr. Donovan had us keep an eye on the Sinclair heir, I’ve read a lot of material on the subject. I think there’s a high probability these things really do exist."
"Do you remember what Mr. Donovan just said, about dreaming of Miss Grant a long time ago? He said she was living a terrible life."
"When Mr. Donovan woke up from that dream, he was crying."
"..." Dr. Quinlan’s brow furrowed slightly.
Suddenly, he recalled Yates Donovan’s ravings from a few minutes ago.
Yates Donovan had said: "I already saved her in that dream. Why couldn’t I still give her a happy ending?"
After a long pause, Dr. Quinlan spoke. "I don’t know what Mia Grant is planning, but it’s bound to be a decision that is both liberating and reckless."
"Tell Yates Donovan to prepare himself."
"If we interpret his dreams as past lives, then let’s hope he can use that theory to stop her."
—
Mia Grant saw Yates Donovan on a weekend.
Truthfully, she didn’t really want to face him.
Logically, since he wasn’t at risk of corruption, she could have told him her entire plan.
But...
She was absolutely certain that Yates Donovan would not agree.
He always said they were very similar, that they were the same kind of person.
That he could completely understand and support any decision she made.
But if this plan threatened her life, he would never approve.
He might pretend to agree, only to conspire with others behind her back and turn her own plan against her.
Mia Grant couldn’t afford any mistakes in this plan, so she had only told Simon Adler.
’I should stay away from him.’
But she hadn’t seen him in a while, and he seemed to have lost some weight.
Mia Grant froze, then subconsciously walked over to him. "Were you... sick while you were abroad?"
’Why does he look so awful?’
He looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness.
Yates Donovan wore his usual cheerful smile as he naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.
"No, I’ve just been too busy lately. I rushed to get back to you, so I just piled all my work together."
Mia Grant frowned. "It’s not like I was going to run away."
"But you weren’t answering my calls."
"But I texted you back, didn’t I?"
"Replying once every two days? You have the nerve to bring that up?" Yates Donovan’s eyes were full of mock grievance. "I was even starting to wonder if you’d found some new vixen."
Mia Grant was speechless, not bothering to argue with him. "Have you eaten? I can take you to the cafeteria."
Yates Donovan smiled and agreed. "Okay."
On the way, he asked out of the blue, "Sweetheart, what have you and Simon Adler been plotting recently?"
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