Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 152: Trump Card!

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

After finally seeing Jasper off, Audrey Quinn and Grace Quinn rushed to the hospital.

When they arrived, they saw Old Mrs. Donovan sitting on the long bench in the corridor, her face ashen.

"Old Madam..." Audrey Quinn’s throat was dry, and she instinctively hid the still-sobbing Grace Quinn behind her.

Old Mrs. Donovan didn’t even lift her eyelids, her frail fingers clinging tightly to the Buddha Beads at her wrist, her voice squeezing out through clenched teeth: "Why are you crying? He’s not dead yet!"

Grace Quinn shuddered at her shout, forcibly stifling her sobs, leaving only her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Audrey Quinn’s face burned with shame, as she pulled her daughter to sit in an empty spot nearby, her heart uneasy.

She sneaked a glance at Old Mrs. Donovan’s gloomy profile, and thought of Philip Donovan half-dead in the ward, a chill rising from the bottom of her heart.

Shane Donovan... He actually dared to strike so ruthlessly!

Time passed slowly in the oppressive silence.

Eventually, the door to the operating room opened.

The attending doctor took off his mask, looking fatigued, and respectfully addressed Old Mrs. Donovan, who immediately stood up, "Old Madam, Mr. Donovan is out of life-threatening danger now."

Old Mrs. Donovan’s tense shoulders barely relaxed.

But what the doctor said next made her face instantly darken again: "However... Mr. Donovan has multiple comminuted fractures, especially on his left knee and right hand. The injuries are very severe. Even with the best treatment and rehabilitation, in the future... I’m afraid he will suffer serious mobility problems, his legs will be very inconvenient."

"Inconvenient?" Old Mrs. Donovan’s voice rose, sharp with disbelief, "What do you mean? Are you saying my son will become a cripple?!

The doctor, intimidated by her fierce glare, pursed his lips, but continued: "...He will need a cane to walk, and rainy days will cause unbearable pain."

"Useless! All useless!"

Old Mrs. Donovan’s chest heaved violently as she suddenly smashed the Buddha Beads in her hand to the ground, the sandalwood beads clattered and rolled everywhere, "Shane Donovan! That abomination! Beast! How dare he... How dare he deal such a heavy blow to his own uncle! He wants to beat Philip to death! Why not strike him with lightning!"

She was trembling with rage, tears streaming down her face, while the servants hurriedly stepped forward to support her, softly consoling.

Audrey Quinn and Grace Quinn were even more frightened into the corner, not daring to breathe.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps resonated from the other end of the corridor.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

They saw Tina Hughes walking gracefully in a pearl white tailored suit, with a limited edition handbag on her arm, surrounded by a group of assistants and lawyers.

Her makeup was delicate, her expression calm, her entire being exuding the aloof dignity of someone in high position, completely out of place with the scene in the corridor.

Audrey Quinn instinctively tugged at her clothes, a wave of bitterness rising in her heart.

Hmph!

What a show-off!

If she could become the second lady of The Donovan Family, she could have such a grand presence too...

She was indulging in bitterness, but Tina Hughes didn’t even glance at her, walking straight to Old Mrs. Donovan.

When Old Mrs. Donovan saw her, it was like grasping at the last straw, a glimmer flashed in her cloudy old eyes, "Tina, good you’re here, I knew you wouldn’t abandon Philip..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Tina Hughes’s still slender figure, carrying the concern of an elder, "You should take care of your health in the future, see if you can give Philip another child. A woman, without bearing children, how can she be considered complete? Be good, don’t be willful anymore."

These words even made the lawyer behind her subtly frown.

Tina Hughes listened quietly, her face without any ripple, until Old Mrs. Donovan finished, she laughed lightly.

In Old Mrs. Donovan’s stunned gaze, Tina Hughes received a document from the lawyer behind her, handing it directly to Old Mrs. Donovan.

"Old Madam," she spoke, voice calm and unflustered, yet each word was like a knife, "This is the divorce lawsuit, please inform Philip Donovan, see you in court."

Old Mrs. Donovan’s eyes widened, her chest heaving violently, her finger trembling as she pointed at Tina Hughes, "You... you..."

She stammered without managing to utter a complete sentence.

Tina Hughes ignored Old Mrs. Donovan’s flushed face, her tone indifferent: "My lawyer will handle all related matters."

After speaking, she didn’t spare another glance at Old Mrs. Donovan, turning to leave.

Leaving Old Mrs. Donovan to stand there cursing in rage.

...

A few hours later, Philip Donovan slowly woke up in the ward.

The excruciating pain, as if his body had been dismantled and reassembled, made him break out in cold sweat, unable to suppress a moan of agony.

"Philip! You’re awake?" Old Mrs. Donovan, who was keeping watch by the bedside, rushed over, tears streaming down her face, "My son... how do you feel? Does it hurt?"

Philip Donovan strained to move his eyes, feeling the piercing pain from all his limbs, as a hatred grew like poisonous vines.

"Mom... Shane Donovan... that beast..." His voice was hoarse and broken, each word tugging at the pain in his chest.

"Don’t mention that abomination!" Old Mrs. Donovan gritted her teeth, her eyes bloodshot and filled with venom, "He won’t die a good death! Even his own uncle he can treat so cruelly, he’ll face retribution!"

She clutched his hand tightly, "Philip, don’t worry, Mom will make sure justice is served for you! Tina Hughes, that heartless woman, the moment you meet trouble she comes to kick you while you’re down, even wants a divorce! A hen that can’t lay eggs, divorce her, nothing worth keeping! Once you’re better, Mom will find you someone good, young, and beautiful, someone who can continue The Donovan Family lineage!"

Philip Donovan listened to his mother’s words, a complicated light flickering in his eyes.

Divorce...

The Hughes Family...

He knew, in his current situation, he was incapable of competing with The Hughes Family.

Tina Hughes choosing this moment to file for divorce was undoubtedly the most severe blow to him.

He closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions.

Now is not the time to dwell on this.

Old Mrs. Donovan saw his defeated expression, thinking he was resigned, she hurriedly comforted, "Son, don’t think too much, focus on recovering. I’ve thought it over, once you’re stable, I’ll send you abroad to relax and find the best doctors for rehab..."

"No." Philip Donovan suddenly opened his eyes, interrupting his mother, those bloodshot eyes flashing with a strangely cold light.

"Mom, I have not lost yet." He spoke each word deliberately, his voice hoarse yet carrying an eerily chilling certainty.

Old Mrs. Donovan was stunned, "Philip, you..."

Philip Donovan’s mouth twisted into a grimace, combined with his bruised and battered appearance, making him look particularly sinister.

"I just... obtained quite an extraordinary trump card."

"Trump card?" Old Mrs. Donovan couldn’t help but frown slightly, "What trump card?"

Philip Donovan did not respond.

He slightly turned his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through the ward walls, falling into some nonexistent direction, as his mind replayed the maddened look of Rhys Lennox earlier...

His dear nephew.

He had underestimated him before...