Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 89: You Don’t Dare Admit to Your Own Illegitimate Child?
As Shane Donovan’s black Bentley drove into the Donovan Family’s old mansion, the sky had completely darkened.
The mansion was brightly illuminated.
As soon as he stepped into the living room, he heard restrained sobbing, mixed with a loud discussion.
"Sister-in-law, don’t be too upset. This matter... Alas, it must be those unscrupulous media talking nonsense!" Beatrice Donovan patted her back, her tone indignant, though the schadenfreude in her eyes was undeniable.
"That’s right. Brother’s been gone for so many years, how could it be..." Aunt Tina Hughes frowned deeply, full of disbelief.
Seeing her say this, Beatrice couldn’t help but press her lips and added, "But these photos, this timeline... they make it seem so credible..."
Eleanor Winslow suddenly raised her head, her voice choked with emotion, "Arthur and I have been married for decades, he was absolutely not this kind of person!"
She and Arthur Donovan were childhood sweethearts and had shared a loving life together. His death in mid-life almost crushed her, and she had been surviving on memories of her late husband and the support of their only son.
Now, this inexplicable rumor of an illegitimate daughter was tantamount to negating their lifetime of love, stabbing her in the most painful place in her heart.
"Mom..."
At this moment, a calm and clear voice sounded.
Eleanor instinctively turned around, quickly stood up and greeted him, "Shane! You’re finally back..."
Shane Donovan reached out to support her, his gaze sweeping across the living room.
Besides Aunt Tina Hughes, who appeared genuinely concerned, everyone else seemed a bit uncomfortable, averting their eyes...
He withdrew his gaze, helped Eleanor to sit on the sofa, and spoke steadily, "Mom, don’t rush, things aren’t clear yet."
"What is unclear about it?"
Just then, Old Mrs. Donovan emerged from the side hall, her face somewhat displeased, "The child looks exactly like Arthur... Besides, the young lady doesn’t even want to acknowledge us Donovan Family!"
Shane raised an eyebrow slightly, "Doesn’t want to acknowledge the Donovan Family?"
Old Mrs. Donovan sighed, "Grace Quinn said she and her mother are doing well on their own, they don’t need to depend on the Donovan Family... Ah, that stubbornness is just like his father when he was young..."
Eleanor’s eyes grew redder, and tears seemed imminent.
Shane gently patted his mother’s hand, turning to Old Mrs. Donovan, "Grandmother, what do you think should be done about this?"
Old Mrs. Donovan raised her eyelids, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness, "What can be done? Words are powerful! Besides, the timing matches up... Arthur probably... Alas, perhaps he was really muddle-headed once back then... After all, men, you know..."
Her words sounded ambiguous, seemingly lamenting, yet in reality, indirectly concluding Shane Donovan’s late father’s personality.
Eleanor trembled, her face looking even worse.
Shane’s eyes darkened slightly, a cold laugh in his heart.
Indeed.
This grandmother of his, in order to protect her incapable youngest son and her unsavory granddaughter, truly disregards both her dignity and the reputation of her deceased eldest son.
"Is Grandmother suggesting acknowledging this Donovan Family bloodline?" Shane spoke with neutral tone.
Old Mrs. Donovan sighed, "No matter what, if it’s truly Arthur’s flesh and blood, then she’s a Donovan, your sister, having suffered outside for so many years... We can’t let her remain unacknowledged forever, right? Moreover, with such a scandal, if we Donovan Family don’t respond, what will people think of us?"
Philip Donovan nodded along, "Yes, Sister-in-law, Mother’s words make sense. Now that Brother is no longer with us, we can’t let his bloodline wander in oblivion..."
His words were heartfelt, yet his eyes were somewhat shifty.
Shane absorbed their performance, his heart chilled.
Just as he was about to speak, Butler Alfie hurried in with a strange expression: "Old Mrs. Donovan, Madam, Young Master... outside... Miss Grace Quinn is here, saying... saying the Old Mrs. Donovan invited her..."
The living room fell silent instantly.
Almost everyone’s gaze fell on Old Mrs. Donovan. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"Since this has happened, it’s natural to sort things out face-to-face..." Old Mrs. Donovan waved her hand, "Alright, let her in then!"
Shane sat on the sofa, his long legs slightly crossed, his clear face revealing no emotions.
Soon, Grace Quinn followed Alfie inside.
Today, she wore a simple white dress, without makeup, looking completely different from her usual flamboyant and domineering self.
"Look at this child’s eyebrows, isn’t she just identical to my son when he was little..." Old Mrs. Donovan excitedly greeted her, tightly holding Grace’s hand, "Good child, you have suffered all these years..."
Identical?
Shane raised his eyebrows slightly. Nothing about her resembled his father Arthur Donovan in the slightest, nor did she resemble his good second uncle in any way...
Her appearance unmistakably took after Audrey Quinn.
"I came today to clarify things in front of everyone!"
At this moment, Grace took a deep breath, "I am definitely not Mr. Arthur Donovan’s daughter! Please believe me! And please... please do not disturb my mother and me anymore!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the living room froze.
Old Mrs. Donovan’s face changed slightly, she quickly said, "Child, what nonsense are you spouting? Don’t worry, we won’t wrong you, we’ll certainly make it up to you in the future..."
Just then, Shane suddenly laughed softly.
The laugh wasn’t loud, but it carried a kind of cold irony.
Everyone instinctively looked at him.
Shane methodically stood up, walked to Grace, and looked down at her.
His thin lips parted slightly, his tone airy, "Is the performance over?"
Grace felt a chill in her heart under his gaze, pretending to be calm, she raised her head, "Young Master Donovan... I don’t understand what you mean..."
"Don’t understand?"
Shane leaned slightly forward, "Then let me remind you. The Presidential Suite 1808 at Grand Hyatt Hotel, over the past five years, your mother Audrey Quinn and my good second uncle have booked a room over a hundred times there. Should I recite the exact dates and times for you?"
Grace’s face instantly turned as pale as paper.
Philip Donovan shot up from the sofa in a mix of shock and anger, "Shane Donovan! What nonsense are you talking?!"
"Nonsense?" Shane straightened, his tone still calm, "Bank statements, surveillance screenshots, and even... several private call recordings, Uncle, which would you like to hear first?"
With each item he mentioned, Philip and Grace’s faces turned a shade whiter and Old Mrs. Donovan’s face grew increasingly unpleasant.
Philip’s forehead gleamed with cold sweat, he shouted in a mix of strength and dread, "Shane Donovan! How dare you investigate me?!"
"Investigate you?" Shane coldly glanced at him, "Uncle, if you don’t want people to know, don’t do it yourself. Can’t you acknowledge the child you fathered?"
The term ’child,’ made everyone’s faces change drastically.
"What... do you mean?"
At this moment, Tina Hughes, who hadn’t spoken, suddenly whispered, "Philip, is she... she is..."
"Tina, let me explain..."
"Shut up! You... you..." She was trembling with anger, unable to speak coherently. Her vision blurred and she fell straight backward!
"Tina!"
In an instant, chaos erupted in the entire living room...
