Chapter 1287 Do Not Dream Of Getting It
âDue to the intensity of yesterdayâs competition, many of you did not get enough rest. Take the day off,
and weâll continue the third round of competition tomorrow,â 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 Abrahamâs 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. Queenieâs gaze
riveted on Arielleâs retreating figure, her eyes taking on a menacing glint as Donovan nudged her back
to their room.
âDonovan, if things progress as is, Arielle will become the head of the Mill family,â 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.
âWell, it is what it is.â
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. Arielleâs outstanding
abilities were plain to see, and both Abraham and Cornelius valued integrity. It was impossible to
sabotage Arielle.
âI still donât want Arielle to become the head of the Mills family.â Queenie gnashed her teeth at the
thought of it. âBefore, 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 canât 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?â
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.
Donovanâs emotions got the better of him. âCan you stop talking about how Arielle beat me up?â 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 Queenieâs 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.
âQueenie, I didnât mean to yell or get mad at you,â Donovan quickly rectified. Tousling his hair, he
continued in a low voice, âItâs just that every time you mention that incident, I feel useless for not being
able to win against a woman.â
Although it was the truth, Donovan did not like showing Queenie his weak side.
âIâm sorry, I didnât realize that bringing that incident up would upset you.â Queenieâs heart ached as she
took in Donovanâs miserable state. She wrapped her arms around her husband and apologized
profusely, âIâll never talk about it again. Never.â
Queenieâs eyes reddened with emotion. Go to hell, Arielle! Itâs all your fault. How could you treat my
husband like this?
âDonovan, I canât let you endure this humiliation in silence. We must take our revenge!â Queenieâs
voice dripped with malice.
âItâs not that I donât want to seek revenge, but we canât even beat her. How are we supposed to do it?â
Donovan had even gone as far as hiring a hitman to murder Arielle, yet nothing had worked out.