Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 125: Explosion!

Beatrice Donovan’s face suddenly drained of all color, her pupils contracted sharply, fixated on the small glass bottle in Shane Donovan’s fingertips, reflecting cold light under the lamp.

Impossible!

This medicine... She clearly saw Rhys Lennox carrying it over and watched Shane Donovan drink it!

How could it...

Almost subconsciously, she reached for the clutch she’d been tightly gripping—empty!

The small bottle she had hidden in the lining was gone!

A chill surged from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her feel icy cold, her teeth starting to chatter uncontrollably. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Shane Donovan took in her reaction completely, the corners of his lips curled into a cold and mocking arc, playfully twirling that small medicine bottle, his tone light yet his words as sharp as knives:

"Aunt, aren’t you tired of these minor tricks? Once isn’t enough; you keep sending them my way repeatedly?"

He paused, his gaze falling on Beatrice Donovan’s pale face, "This time you even went so far as to use your own son’s hand to poison me..."

The words ’poison’ exploded like thunder in the silent living room!

Old Mr. Donovan suddenly stood up, his face flushed with anger, the rosewood cane in his hand struck heavily on the ground.

"Poison?!" His eagle-like sharp eyes suddenly shot towards Beatrice Donovan, who was shaking like a leaf, "Beatrice! Is what Shane said true?! You... you actually dared..."

"No! Dad! I didn’t! He’s falsely accusing me!"

Beatrice Donovan cried out sharply like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, tears streaming, she fell to her knees with a thud, crawling to Old Mr. Donovan’s feet, clutching his leg tightly, "Dad! You must believe me! How would I dare do such a thing?! That bottle in his hand isn’t mine at all! I don’t know what that thing is!"

She cried hysterically, looking extremely aggrieved.

Shane Donovan sneered, "Framing you?"

He shook the bottle in his hand, "The fingerprints on this... should still be there, right? Since Aunt insists it isn’t yours, then it’s easy to resolve..."

He lifted his gaze, slowly scanning the varied expressions in the living room, finally pausing briefly on Philip Donovan’s face, which had turned slightly pale.

"Then send it to the forensics department for a thorough test. Let’s see whose filth is left on this apart from my fingerprints."

Philip Donovan’s breath nearly imperceptibly paused, instinctively looking away, his hand at his side slightly clenched, sweat appeared on his forehead.

The atmosphere in the living room instantly dropped to freezing, suffocatingly oppressive.

And just at that tense moment, an abrupt phone ringtone shattered the stillness.

It was Shane Donovan’s phone.

He frowned at the caller ID—Stella.

The frost on his face slightly melted, he took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the rising fury, and swiped to answer, "Hello?"

"Shane Donovan..." Came Stella Sterling’s slightly embarrassed voice on the other end, "I think I left my bag in the lounge. Could you... could you help me store it? I’ll come by tomorrow to get it."

"Okay, I’ll find it and bring it over soon."

"Ah? No need for that trouble..." Stella instinctively refused.

"No trouble." Shane interrupted her, "Wait for me."

After speaking, without waiting for Stella to refuse again, he decisively hung up.

Looking up again, any remaining warmth on his face had vanished completely, leaving only a chilling sharpness.

He glanced at the various expressions in the room, his gaze resting for a moment on Philip Donovan’s face, which tried to remain calm though it failed to hide the panic, the corners of his lips forming a cold arc.

"Seems we still have much to discuss tonight."

He tossed out this remark, ignoring Beatrice Donovan’s wails and Old Mr. Donovan’s grim face, turned, and walked out decisively, his back exuding a forbidding aura.

...

Meanwhile, in the Sterling Family car.

Stella Sterling looked at the disconnected call, blinking.

"What happened? What did Shane say?" Isla Sutton asked with concern.

"He said... he’d bring my bag over in a bit." Stella honestly answered.

Isla Sutton glanced at Theodore Sterling and couldn’t help but chuckle, teasing, "Wow, really... can’t be apart for even a moment? How long have you been apart? The seat isn’t even warm yet, and he’s already coming after you? Guess someone loves too much, Shane..."

Driving, Aidan Sterling glanced coldly thru the rearview mirror, indifferently twitched his lips: "Sticky."

Stella’s cheeks flushed at her mother’s words, she defended herself in a small voice: "He’s just bringing my bag..."

"Sure, sure, bringing the bag, bringing the bag." Isla laughed widely, evidently disbelieving.

The car soon arrived at The Sterling Villa entrance, stopping.

Aidan pulled the handbrake, before he could speak, Stella quickly said: "Brother, Dad, Mom, you guys go in first. I... I’ll wait here for him a bit."

Isla intentionally sighed and shook her head with a laugh: "Can’t keep the grown daughter at home, huh? Fine, fine, we won’t be a third wheel, you wait by yourself, the night is cold, don’t stay too long." Saying so, she and Theodore Sterling got out of the car.

Watching her family enter the house, Stella finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back in her seat, she couldn’t resist taking out a small mirror, tidying the strands of loose hair.

Even though she said she felt embarrassed, that secret happiness bubbled up within like sparkling soda.

She lowered the car window, let the cool night breeze blow at her flushed face, eagerly looking in the direction Shane’s car might come from.

The waiting seemed to stretch endlessly, yet paradoxically speed by.

Just as she checked the time for the nth time—

"Boom!!!"

A thunderous explosion sound, utterly unexpectedly, came from afar!

The sound was dull and loud, as if something at the ground level had suddenly detonated, causing the vehicle they were in to shake intensely!

Stella Sterling shuddered from the abrupt sound, her heart clenching suddenly!

She instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, only to see toward the city skyline, a dark plume of smoke mixed with faint firelight shot up, starkly visible in the night!

That direction...

Stella’s pupils contracted, a chilling ominous feeling surged through her heart!

That’s... The Donovan Estate’s direction?!

She abruptly pushed open the car door, stumbling out, fixating on the large expanding plume of smoke, her hands and feet turned cold.

"Shane Donovan..." She murmured unconsciously, her voice trembling which she didn’t even notice.

He just... came from that direction!

Could he have...

The monstrous fear crashed over her like a tidal wave, swallowing her whole.

She almost immediately pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Shane Donovan’s number.

"Pick up... Shane, please pick up..." She repeated over and over, her voice breaking into sobs.

However, the receiver played only the cold, continuous ringing, "beep—beep—", unanswered...