Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 183: You Like Your Sister-in-Law! Don’t You?!
When Shane Donovan walked in, holding Stella Sterling’s hand, all eyes focused on them as they entered with a chill in the air.
Rhys Lennox followed behind, hands in his pockets, his expression grim.
In the current Donovan Family, Shane Donovan is the absolute decision-maker; Old Mr. Donovan has already stepped back to enjoy his later years.
With a single ’I have something to say’, Shane Donovan gathered everyone to the old residence in the dead of night.
"Shane, what... what’s happened on such a late night?" Old Mr. Donovan’s eyes were cloudy yet sharp, his voice gruff as he spoke first.
He had his suspicions but needed to hear confirmation firsthand.
Shane Donovan didn’t speak, merely tilted his head slightly, and the two bodyguards dressed in black suits behind him immediately stepped forward to respectfully place a document and a phone on the tea table in front of Old Mr. Donovan.
"Grandfather," Shane began, his voice deep, without emotion, "caught red-handed. Owen Callahan has confessed to everything, including how he was directed by my second uncle, crafted photos, sowed discord, and... framed me after pushing Uncle Sterling off the rooftop."
"Boom——!"
Even though everyone was prepared mentally, Shane’s words stunned everyone into changing expressions!
"You’re lying!" Philip Donovan attempted to rise abruptly from his wheelchair but fell back heavily due to his leg injury, causing a piercing screech from the wheels.
He pointed at Shane Donovan, his voice sharp and distorted, "Shane Donovan! You are slandering me! Where is Owen Callahan? Let him come out and confront me! Where have you put him?! You are framing me!"
"Confront?" Shane Donovan’s lips curved into a faint, icy arc, the smile not reaching his eyes, "Second Uncle, Owen is likely at the police station making a statement right now. Witnesses, evidence,"
His gaze swept across the tea table to the phone, "including his confessed recording, all complete. You bribed him to craft photos and spread rumors; the financial transactions are all here." He tapped the document with his fingertips.
Philip Donovan shuddered violently, his blood seemed to freeze instantly.
He hadn’t expected Shane Donovan to act so quickly, so ruthlessly!
Even traced the financial flow!
"No... it’s not like that! Dad! Don’t believe him!"
Philip Donovan was utterly panicked, "It’s Shane Donovan! He’s the one who harmed Theodore Sterling and now wants to frame me! He wants to swallow the Donovan Family whole! He wants to eliminate me! He’s slandering me..."
"Whether it is slander, Second Uncle knows in his heart." Shane Donovan coldly interrupted, his voice not loud but carrying an intimidating pressure, "The police are already on the way. Inciting murder, commercial fraud, enough to keep you inside for a lifetime."
Philip Donovan’s face turned paper white in an instant, he looked sharply at Old Mr. Donovan, his voice shrill: "Dad! You can’t trust them! They’re colluding to ruin me! Just because I’m now disabled and useless, they want to kick me out!"
Old Mrs. Donovan grew anxious, clutching the old man’s arm: "Old man, Philip is your own son! How can you stand by and watch..."
"My own son?" Old Mr. Donovan abruptly shook off her hand, his chest heaving, pointing at Philip Donovan, furious and grief-stricken, "Our Donovan Family has no such vicious-hearted beast that plots against his nephew!"
He looked at Philip with eyes full of disappointment and resolve, "Your elder brother Arthur passed early; out of consideration for that, I’ve been indulgent towards you! But what about you? How have you repaid me? You schemed against Shane, attacked the Sterling Family, and now even committed murder! There is no place for you in the Donovan Family!"
Philip Donovan, shaken by the old man’s fierce words, saw the undisguised rage and disdain in his father’s eyes, realizing his father believed Shane Donovan and would no longer protect him.
A feeling of desperate madness surged through him.
He abruptly spun his wheelchair, his gaze sweeping across the living room.
"Alright... all of you are good! You’re all in on this against me, huh?" His voice was hoarse, filled with reckless abandon, "Shane Donovan, you think you’re clean? You think you’ve won?"
He suddenly lifted his hand, his forefinger pointing directly at Rhys Lennox, his voice rising, piercingly sharp: "And you! Rhys Lennox! You double-crosser! What are you pretending to be innocent for?! Do you think by siding with them your filthy thoughts can be hidden?!"
Rhys Lennox abruptly raised his head, his dark eyes instantly sharpened like a hawk, a surge of hostility around him, his jawline tight like a rigid stone.
His hand buried in his pocket clenched fiercely, nails dug deep into his palm.
Seeing him in this state, Philip Donovan laughed even more freely and viciously, each word like a poisoned dagger, stabbing at Rhys’s most hidden vulnerability:
"You like your sister-in-law! You like Stella! Right?! You had feelings for your future sister-in-law long ago! When you cooperated with me, what did you say? You said as long as you could have Stella, you’d do anything! Now, what are you pretending to be a gentleman for?!"
"Boom——!"
The whole world seemed to explode next to Rhys Lennox’s ears.
All sounds vanished, blood rushed to his head frantically, then drained clean in an instant, leaving cold numbness and overwhelming fear.
He could clearly hear his heart pounding crazily, hurting his chest, his eardrums buzzing.
He almost didn’t dare breathe, his stiff neck like rusted, inching towards that direction—
Stella stood next to Shane Donovan, her eyes slightly widened, her face showing clear shock and disbelief, looking at him.
The moment their eyes met, Rhys felt all the blood in his body freeze.
The shameless secret he had cautiously hidden deep inside had by the one person he least wanted to know, been nakedly exposed in broad daylight.
Embarrassment, panic, along with a hint of despair after being exposed, like icy water instantly engulfed him.
He opened his mouth, dry throat unable to make a sound, wanting to argue, to deny, but under those clear eyes, all excuses stuck in his throat, seeming so weak.
Shane Donovan stood by Stella Sterling’s side, as Philip Donovan shouted that sentence, his arm around Stella’s waist tightened imperceptibly.
He glanced sideways, his gaze towards Rhys held profound complexity.
"Second brother, are you mad?" Beatrice Donovan leaped from the corner, shrieking, "What nonsense are you talking! Rhys couldn’t possibly like Stella, she’s his brother’s fiancée..."
"Am I talking nonsense?" Philip Donovan pushed Beatrice away, casting his insane gaze over everyone, finally fixed on Rhys, "Rhys Lennox! Do you dare swear you haven’t had improper thoughts about Stella?! Shane Donovan, open your eyes and see! Who is this good brother you’re protecting?!"
