Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 82: The Donovan Family’s Bloodline Must Never Be Left Outside!

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: The Donovan Family’s Bloodline Must Never Be Left Outside!

"Grace, Stella just wants to provoke you."

Audrey Quinn spoke slowly, her voice cold and solemn, "She deliberately uses this way to provoke you and humiliate you, just to see you lose control, see you go crazy, see you like now, irrationally rushing to cause trouble for her."

"She’s calculated that you can’t stay calm."

Audrey Quinn’s eyes narrowed slightly, "As soon as you react, you’ll inevitably leave a flaw. Then she’ll be able to grab your tail, follow the trail, and uproot us completely!"

Grace Quinn’s face turned pale bit by bit as her mother’s words sank in.

She wasn’t truly hopelessly stupid, just blinded by anger and vanity.

At this moment, Audrey Quinn’s revelation made her break out in a cold sweat.

"She... she dares!" Grace’s voice trembled with lingering fear.

"Why wouldn’t she dare?" Audrey Quinn sneered, "She’s now Shane Donovan’s fiancée, backed by both the Miles family and the Donovan family. And us? Your father recently suffered losses at Innovatech, greatly weakening him, unable to protect himself, and absolutely won’t dare to make any rash moves in the short term. We’ve lost our greatest support!"

She grabbed Grace’s hand tightly, causing her pain, "Grace, listen to your mother— if you don’t endure the small, the big plans will be disrupted! Now we must endure! Swallow this indignation, and remain inactive! Let Stella’s punches hit nothing but air! As long as we don’t move, she won’t have anything against us, and as time passes, this matter will naturally fade!"

Grace looked at her mother’s deeply concerned and resolute gaze, biting her lower lip until she tasted blood.

She was unwilling!

Utterly unwilling!

But she knew, her mother was right.

That bitch Stella is too cunning!

"...I understand, mom." After a while, Grace managed to squeeze out the words from her throat, her voice hoarse, as she lowered her head, her long hair covering her twisted, resentful expression, "I won’t be impulsive, don’t worry."

Audrey Quinn carefully observed her daughter’s expression, seeing that she seemed to really understand, only then did she slightly relax, gently patting her hand: "Good girl, sorry for your grievances. Once the tide passes, and your father stabilizes the situation, I promise to help you get back at them with interest!"

Grace obediently nodded, leaning into her mother’s embrace.

However— endure?

Why should she endure?

She is Philip Donovan’s biological daughter!

The legitimate blood of the Donovan family!

She must return to the Donovan family!

And return gloriously!

During these seemingly aimless days among the Riveria’s socialites, she hasn’t been without gains.

She listened more attentively than anyone to the idle talks of those ladies after tea and meals.

She clearly knew how deeply Old Mrs. Donovan adored her father Philip Donovan, treating him as precious as a jewel.

The breakthrough is with Old Mrs. Donovan!

Since she can’t rely on anyone else, she can only rely on herself!

A bold and crazy plan rapidly formed in her heart...

...

A few days later, on a sunny afternoon.

Outside a renowned private wellness club in the suburbs, the green trees created a serene environment.

Grace wore an expensive but understated cream-white suit, carrying a limited edition handbag, seemingly casually walking along the shaded path outside the club.

She calculated the time, her gaze seeming to unintentionally sweep over the club’s entrance.

When she saw the familiar black Rolls Royce slowly approaching, her heart slammed with excitement.

Here it is!

She immediately took out her phone, pretending to be talking to someone, her voice deliberately raised, filled with grievance and resentment:

"...Yes! So what if I’m Philip Donovan’s daughter? Is that something I can choose?"

As she spoke, she moved closer to the direction the Rolls Royce might park, ensuring her voice was clearly passed on.

"He, Philip Donovan, ignored me for over twenty years, and now seeing me grown, wants to recognize me? Why should I?!"

"I’m telling you, I, Grace Quinn, don’t care! I don’t acknowledge him as a father, and I’ve been doing just fine these past twenty years!"

Her voice had a crying tone, "Let him give up! I absolutely won’t return to the Donovan family! I won’t recognize him! I’ll pretend this father never existed!"

Finishing these carefully prepared lines, she seemed to break down emotionally, abruptly hanging up the phone, her shoulders slightly shaking, as if sobbing silently.

Then, she covered her face and quickly moved away in the opposite direction of the Rolls Royce.

Her entire performance was witnessed perfectly by Old Mrs. Donovan, who had just alighted from the car, about to enter the club.

Old Mrs. Donovan had planned a wellness session with old friends, and her mood had been rather good.

However, Grace’s astonishing words struck like lightning, leaving her frozen on the spot, nearly dropping the Buddha Beads she held.

Philip Donovan’s daughter?

Ignored for over twenty years?

Recognized back into the Donovan family?

The combination of these keywords caused Old Mrs. Donovan’s blood pressure to soar instantly, her heartbeat so fast it felt like it would leap out of her chest.

"Earlier... that girl..." Old Mrs. Donovan’s voice was trembling, grabbing the hand of the close servant beside her, "Did you hear that? She said she’s Philip’s daughter?"

The servant was equally shocked, nodding quickly: "Madam, I... I think I heard it..."

"Investigate!" Old Mrs. Donovan’s face turned grave, breathing rapidly, "Immediately! Find out who that girl is! Who her mother is! What her relationship with Philip really is?!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

She couldn’t believe it— her childless son, had a twenty-year-old illegitimate daughter outside?!

And kept it secret all this time?!

If this was true...

Then this child was the blood of the Donovan family!

Her own granddaughter!

The Donovan family’s investigation was astonishingly swift.

Soon, within just half a day’s work, all the information about Grace Quinn and Audrey Quinn was presented before Old Mrs. Donovan.

When she saw Audrey Quinn’s photo, and the years of secret interactions with Philip Donovan, what was left for Old Mrs. Donovan to puzzle over?

"Indeed... indeed... no wonder Philip has been visiting Riveria so often lately..."

Old Mrs. Donovan murmured, her fingers trembling as she caressed the photo of Grace Quinn, "She is my granddaughter... our Donovan bloodline! Wandering outside for over twenty years, enduring so much hardship..."

Thinking of her son Philip’s grievances over the years, and his regret of having no children, and seeing the pitiful photo of Grace in the documentation, Old Mrs. Donovan was overwhelmed with a deep sorrow and compassion.

This is her granddaughter...

Looks so much like Philip...

God ultimately hasn’t deserted her!

However, the decisive words of Grace, "never returning to the Donovan family," made her heart ache even more.

This child must have faced great grievances!

No!

The Donovan bloodline must not wander outside!

She must be recognized back!