Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 50: Shane Donovan Gets Jealous!

The Donovan Family’s old residence.

Unlike the Sterling Family’s garden villa, which exudes a sense of history, the Donovan Family’s estate is the epitome of modern luxury, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows and sleek lines tucked behind lush trees, low-key yet imposing.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom silently glided through the gates of the estate, crossing a meticulously manicured lawn and water features, finally stopping at the entrance of the main house. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The car door opened, and Shane Donovan stepped out.

"Young master is back!" Butler Alfie, who had been waiting at the door, couldn’t contain his excitement and joy as he quickly stepped forward.

"Alfie." Shane nodded slightly, his tone considered gentle.

Alfie was the old man who had watched him grow up.

"Please come in, they’re all waiting for you inside!" Alfie led the way, chattering, "As soon as we got word you were coming back, Madam personally went to the kitchen to make your favorite crab meat lion’s head..."

Shane didn’t stop walking as he entered the ten-meter-high luxurious living room, where the crystal chandelier refracted dazzling light, and the large Persian carpet was soft and silent.

Upon seeing Shane enter, Eleanor Winslow was the first to stand up, "Shane!"

"Mom." Shane walked up, allowing his mother to hold his hand and look him over.

"You still remember to come home?" Old Mr. Donovan put down his teacup, his sharp gaze sweeping over his grandson, but the joy in his eyes was unmistakable.

Shane raised an eyebrow, his expression indifferent, "Wasn’t it you who kept calling me every day to come back?"

"Hey!" Old Mr. Donovan was immediately displeased, "So if I didn’t call you, you wouldn’t come back?"

Shane nodded slowly, "Yes."

Old Mr. Donovan: "..."

—This rascal!

Always aggravating as soon as he’s back!

Better leave quickly!

Old Mrs. Donovan, watching the playful bickering between grandfather and grandson, pursed her lips in slight annoyance and immediately looked at her youngest son, Philip Donovan.

Philip immediately understood, promptly smiling, "Shane is a busy man; it’s not easy for him to take the time to come home..."

Aunt Beatrice Donovan also chimed in repeatedly, "Isn’t that right! Shane is now a rising star in the business world, unlike people like us who stay at home all day getting underfoot..."

The sarcasm in her words was barely concealed.

Shane’s expression remained unchanged, not even a flicker in his eyes, as he glanced over.

The look was calm and steady but carried the scrutiny and chill of someone long accustomed to being in authority.

Second Uncle Philip’s smile froze momentarily, instinctively avoiding Shane’s gaze.

Aunt Beatrice was even more unnerved by the look, her prepared compliments sticking in her throat, as she awkwardly closed her mouth.

The atmosphere in the living room became subtly tense.

The current Shane was no longer the Donovan family young master who needed the family’s protection from a few years ago.

The Innovatech Bio he founded was valued astonishingly high, with significant technical barriers, making it a coveted target for capital at home and abroad.

His influence within The Donovan Group even faintly surpassed that of Old Mr. Donovan.

His absolute business acumen and methods granted him an unshakable position in this vast family.

No one dared to underestimate him, let alone provoke him easily.

Eleanor Winslow hurriedly invited everyone to take a seat and ordered the servants to serve tea, slightly easing the atmosphere.

The family appeared harmonious as they sat around, chatting about recent events, with topics typically involving business, current affairs, and some insider gossip.

As they chatted, the conversation somehow shifted to the recent business circles in Crestfall.

Aunt Beatrice seemed to want to ease the earlier awkwardness and proactively brought up a topic, smiling at Eleanor, "Sister-in-law, have you heard? That girl from the Sterling Family seems to have returned from Kenton."

Shane’s hand holding the teacup paused almost imperceptibly.

"Really?" Eleanor was somewhat surprised, "That child... we haven’t seen her in five or six years, right? She left for a man back then, splitting with her family and running off to Kenton. Her parents were furious."

"Indeed!" Beatrice interjected with a hint of schadenfreude, "But it seems she has come to her senses now. I heard the Callahan Family is considering a marriage alliance! Their son, Owen Callahan, just finished his medical doctorate study abroad, a fine young man who matches the age of the Sterling girl well..."

She spoke unintentionally, just trying to chat about some familiar gossip within their circles.

However, these words made Shane’s gaze imperceptibly darken.

The Sterling girl...

Marriage alliance...

Owen Callahan...

His fingers slightly tightened around the teacup.

Eleanor didn’t notice her son’s subtle change, continuing along with the conversation, "Owen is indeed nice, gentle and elegant, a doctor, a respectable profession, and quite compatible with Stella Sterling..."

"Bang."

A slight soft sound.

Shane placed the teacup back on the table with enough force that it made the cups and saucers on the table slightly tremble.

Everyone instinctively looked at him.

Only to see Shane slowly lift his gaze, his deep, unfathomable eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost as he coldly looked at Beatrice, "Aunt’s information is rather up-to-date."

Beatrice, unnerved by his gaze, laughed dryly twice, "I... I just heard it in passing..."

Shane said no more, but the low pressure emanating from him seemed to drop the temperature in the entire living room.

Old Mr. Donovan frowned slightly, glancing at his grandson but said nothing.

Eleanor, keenly sensing the tense atmosphere, immediately tried to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, this is someone else’s business, what do we care. Shane just got back, must be tired, let’s eat first, let’s eat first!"

But Shane suddenly spoke, his voice icy, "The Callahan Family... are they visiting the Sterling Family tonight?"

His question seemed out of the blue, but when combined with the previous conversation, the meaning was evident.

Aunt Beatrice, caught off guard, instinctively answered, "Ah? Yes... yes, it seems so. Chairman Callahan and his wife are bringing Owen along..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Shane abruptly stood up from the sofa.

His tall figure suddenly brought a strong sense of pressure.

"I’m going out for a bit."

After speaking, not even waiting for everyone to react, he grabbed his coat and car keys he had just taken off, turned, and strode toward the door.

"Shane! Where are you going? It’s time to eat!" Eleanor quickly called out.

Shane didn’t pause at all.

Soon, the sound of a car engine starting echoed from outside, followed by the screech of tires against the ground, quickly fading away.

Those left in the room looked at each other in confusion.

Eleanor looked a bit worriedly at Old Mr. Donovan, "Dad, what’s Shane..."

"Alright, forget him, time to eat!"

Old Mr. Donovan stood up, a trace of a knowing look and interest flitting across his eyes.

This boy...

Hides it well...