Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 138: Shane, If You Don’t Wake Up… (Bonus)

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Shane, If You Don’t Wake Up... (Bonus)

Beatrice Donovan was furious, her chest heaving, and she glared at Stella Sterling before grabbing her bag and leaving quickly.

The assistant hurried after her.

The office fell silent.

Rhys Lennox walked up to Stella, looking down at her.

"You don’t need to listen to her words."

Stella didn’t respond, silently packing away the jewelry and checks into a box. Her movements were slow but stubborn.

He watched her slender fingers brush over those cold, dazzling objects, her fingertips pale from exertion. His heart felt like it was being pricked by something sharp and dense, stirring a deep, persistent pain.

He grabbed her wrist.

"Stella!" His voice was deep, "How long are you going to keep this up? The Donovan Family is in chaos right now, what good will it do for you to get involved?!"

Stella tried to pull away, but he held her even tighter.

"My business, not yours."

"I insist on getting involved!" Rhys pressed closer, his breath hot, "He’s dead! Can he see what you’re doing for him? Is it worth it?!"

"I’ll decide if it’s worth it."

Stella raised her eyes, sharp as a blade, "Rhys, in what capacity are you meddling with me? As Shane Donovan’s brother? Or... the current beneficiary of the Donovan Family?"

Her words pierced Rhys like a needle.

His expression turned grim.

Indeed, when Shane Donovan had his accident, his mother and uncle were frantic, and he watched coldly from the sidelines, even... felt a secret relief deep down.

But that relief turned into indescribable agitation and... jealousy when he saw Stella desperately fighting for Shane Donovan.

He abruptly let go, stepped back, and forced a smile.

"Fine. You’re noble, you’re amazing."

He turned and stormed out, slamming the door.

The loud noise echoed in the office.

Stella stood there, for a long time, before slowly crouching down, hugging herself tightly.

Outside the window, it was still raining.

...

The Donovan Family’s suppression came one after another.

The law firm’s clients were continuously lost, and cases were frequently obstructed.

Even the Sterling Family’s business was affected.

Stella ran around, gaining little result.

In the circle, people saw her fall from grace and avoided her like the plague.

Those who used to flatter and curry favor with her now watched coldly, some even kicking her while she was down.

She lost a lot of weight, with heavy dark circles under her eyes.

But those eyes remained astonishingly bright.

That day, she had no choice but to visit The Donovan Group to fight for one last chance in a legal dispute over a project.

The receptionist stopped her, speaking dismissively, "Sorry, Counselor Sterling, without an appointment, you can’t see President Donovan."

Stella kept her patience, "I called..."

"President Donovan is very busy," the receptionist interrupted her, eyes disdainful, "Besides, President Donovan has instructed not to meet irrelevant people."

Irrelevant people.

The four words pierced her heart like icicles.

Stella pressed her lips together, about to speak when a delicate voice came from behind.

"Well, isn’t this Stella Sterling?"

Grace Quinn, carrying the latest Hermès, walked over gracefully.

A few well-dressed socialites followed her, all notable figures in Riveria’s circle.

"Why are you standing here?" Grace feigned surprise, "Looking for Uncle? Oh dear, Uncle is quite busy now, probably has no time to see you."

A woman in a pink suit beside her chuckled, "Grace, is this your... former prospective sister-in-law? Heard she brings bad luck to her husband, no wonder Young Master Donovan..."

Though unfinished, the meaning was clear.

The women covered their mouths, laughing quietly, their gazes like daggers, sizing Stella up and down.

Stella wore a simple professional suit, bare-faced, starkly contrasted with their dazzling appearance.

But her face was stunning enough to provoke jealousy.

She just stood there, like a lotus that would rather break than bend.

"Move aside." Her voice was cold.

Grace wouldn’t let up, stepping forward, lowering her voice, her tone venomous, "Stella, you probably don’t know yet, do you? Grandma already nodded, allowing me to be officially recognized and entered into the Donovan Family. From now on, I am the rightful Donovan family miss."

She paused, her smile sweet yet ruthless, "And you, are nothing. Shane is dead, you don’t even have the right to enter the Donovan Family."

Stella’s fingers curled, nails digging into her palm.

The pain kept her alert.

She looked at Grace and suddenly asked, "Why hasn’t Shane Donovan’s funeral been held yet?"

Grace was taken aback.

Stella stepped forward, her gaze sharp as a blade, piercing her, "Alive requires a body, dead requires a corpse. You haven’t even found his remains, what grounds do you have to declare he’s dead? What are you really afraid of?"

Grace was flustered by her questioning, pretending to be calm, "What nonsense are you spouting! With an explosion like that, how could..."

"How could there be no remains?" Stella interrupted, her voice not loud but clear to everyone present, "So, are you convinced you can’t find them, or... do you just not want to?"

The area instantly fell silent.

The socialites exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Grace turned pale, pointing at Stella, "You... you’re crazy! You’re spouting nonsense here!"

"Whether I’m spouting nonsense, you know in your hearts." Stella’s gaze swept across the receptionist, swept across the whispering employees, and finally landed back on Grace’s face, "Tell Philip Donovan, as long as I haven’t seen Shane Donovan’s body, I won’t give up. Innovatech Bio, if he wants it, it’s not going to be easy."

With that, she no longer looked at Grace’s distorted face, turned around, and left.

...

A private hospital, top-floor VIP ward.

The air was permeated with the scent of disinfectant.

The person on the bed remained unconscious, pale, with only the faint rise of his chest showing he was still alive.

Julian Sullivan stood by the bed, watching the stable waveform on the monitor.

"She went to The Donovan Group today." He suddenly spoke, as if talking to the person on the bed, "She was publicly humiliated by Grace Quinn."

The waveform on the monitor faintly fluctuated.

Julian raised an eyebrow and continued, "Philip Donovan cut off business at the law firm, the Sterling Family was also implicated. She’s lost a lot of weight recently."

The waveform fluctuated again, more noticeably.

"The Donovan Family is about to formally recognize Grace and enter her into the family genealogy."

"..."

"Your aunt went to her, tried to buy her off."

"..."

"Jasper Hawthorne also returned to Riveria, stops by the law firm every day to block people."

"..."

Julian watched the monitor carefully as he spoke.

The waveform’s fluctuations increased, the hand of the person on the bed moved slightly.

He leaned in, his voice lowered with a hint of mockery, "Shane Donovan, if you don’t wake up soon, your woman will be devoured with nothing left but bones by those people."

As the words fell——

On the bed, Shane Donovan’s eyelashes trembled violently.

Like caught in a nightmare, struggling to wake.

The equipment sounded a rapid alarm!

Julian’s eyes sharpened, hurriedly pressing the call button.

Doctors and nurses rushed in, a flurry of activity.

In the chaos, no one noticed Shane Donovan’s furrowed brows and slightly curled fingers...