Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 148: Neither Able to Live Nor Die

Rhys Lennox’s voice trembled to the point of being unrecognizable, and his eyes were blood-red.

Yet the woman seemed to be trembling even more, burying her face deeper, letting out a faint whimper.

This sound...

A peculiar, subtle sensation passed through Rhys Lennox’s mind.

It was at this moment that Philip Donovan leisurely strolled in with undisguised satisfaction on his face.

Behind him were several bodyguards.

"Go, quickly collect the video taken just now."

"Yes, Mr. Donovan!"

Watching the bodyguards hand over the hidden cameras from various positions, Philip Donovan’s lips curled up, almost bursting into laughter.

With this video in hand, even Shane Donovan will have to weigh his options despite his stubbornness.

However, his smile hadn’t fully formed when a low, cold, somewhat negligent voice sounded from behind him—

"Uncle."

The voice wasn’t loud but clearly overshadowed all the ambient noise in the room.

"Such a lively scene, why didn’t you inform me in advance?"

Philip Donovan’s smile instantly froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly turned around!

Only to see at the apartment’s entrance, at the intersection of light and shadow.

Shane Donovan stood there.

In a crisp black suit, casually draped with a coat of the same color, accentuating his imposing height with long legs.

His deep-set eyes were sharp as cold stars, and the vermillion mark at the end of his eyes was strikingly vivid in the dim light.

His face was expressionless as his gaze swept over the mess in the room and finally landed back on Philip Donovan’s face, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Seems I arrived just in time."

Philip Donovan’s expression of triumph froze instantly, his hands and feet went cold, and a chill shot from his feet to his head.

Shane Donovan... how did he find this place?!

But the shock lasted only a moment; Philip Donovan quickly forced himself to calm down.

Why be afraid?

With the video in hand, he held the upper hand!

He forced a dry laugh, trying to regain control: "Shane? You came? Good, just in time to see what your beloved fiancée has been doing behind your back..."

He deliberately paused, his tone laced with venomous provocation, "Reviving old flames with an ex-lover, quite entangled."

As he spoke, he carefully watched Shane Donovan’s expression.

However, Shane Donovan merely tugged lightly at the corner of his mouth, an icily indifferent curve devoid of any warmth.

He started towards Philip Donovan, his steps unhurried.

The sound of leather shoes tapping on the polished floor, crisp "tap, tap" echoes, in the deathly silent apartment, like the beat of a death drum, pounding on everyone’s hearts.

"Old lover?" Shane Donovan stopped a step away from Philip Donovan, slightly inclined his head, his gaze sweeping over the woman suppressing her sobs on the large bed.

The color in his eyes darkened, almost dripping ice.

"Seems, Uncle has forgotten the price of meddling with my affairs."

His voice was light but carried a spine-chilling calm.

Philip Donovan shivered under his gaze but, bolstered by having a "bargaining chip" in hand, pressed on: "Price? Shane Donovan, wake up to the current situation! It’s you who needs me! As soon as I release the video, Stella will be ruined! Not only will The Donovan Family’s reputation be wrecked, but Innovatech’s stock prices..."

His words were cut short.

Because Shane Donovan moved.

Philip Donovan scarcely registered how Shane struck, only feeling a tearing pain in his abdomen, as if his organs had been displaced!

"Argh—!"

He let out a miserable cry, his whole body akin to a kite cut from its line, thrown backward by a kick, crashing heavily against the wall behind, and slumping weakly to the ground, coughing up blood.

Shane Donovan stepped closer, looking down at Philip Donovan writhing on the floor in agony, his eyes as if surveying a heap of revolting garbage.

Philip Donovan looked up in terror, meeting Shane Donovan’s fathomless black eyes, petrified, he began crawling backward: "You... you dare hit me?! Shane Donovan! Aren’t you afraid that I will release the video..."

"Video?" Shane Donovan sneered, cutting him off, his laugh freezing cold, "Do you think I will give you the opportunity?"

He lifted his foot, the gleaming black leather shoe mercilessly crushed down on Philip Donovan’s hand—

"Crunch!"

The nauseating sound of bone cracking rang clear!

"Ah—!!" Philip Donovan let out a pig-slaughtering scream, his hand twisted unnaturally, spasms wracking his body from the excruciating pain, soaking his back with cold sweat in an instant.

Shane Donovan ground his foot down, as if crushing not a hand but a brittle stick.

He leaned slightly forward, staring at Philip Donovan’s face contorted in pain, his voice low, each word piercing deep:

"Cross me, and perhaps you might still have a way out."

"Cross her..."

He paused, floods of destructive fury surging in his eyes, "I will leave you neither alive nor dead."

Before the words had fully fallen, he abruptly lifted his foot, viciously kicking Philip Donovan’s knee!

"Crunch!" Another crisp sound!

Philip Donovan’s left leg bent at a bizarre angle, unable even to scream, only opening his mouth like a dying fish, emitting rasping breaths, his eyes rolling back, almost fainting from the pain.

"This one, for the tears you made her shed before." Shane Donovan’s voice was cold, void of any emotion.

"This one, for daring to lay hands on her." Another kick, slamming into Philip Donovan’s ribs, the sound of ribs breaking making one’s scalp tingle.

Philip Donovan lay like a pool of mud on the ground, barely breathing, blood spreading beneath him, staining the light-colored carpet red.

Staring at Shane Donovan, who seemed possessed by a demon, he finally felt overwhelming terror.

"Spare... spare me... Shane... for your... father’s sake... he wanted you... to look after The Donovan Family... and me..." he pleaded brokenly, bringing up the deceased elder brother, trying to invoke Shane Donovan’s last shred of familial duty.

Shane Donovan paused slightly at this, an extreme mockery and chill flashing in his eyes.

"Look after you?" he echoed the words, as if hearing a colossal joke.

Suddenly, he leaned down, grabbed Philip Donovan by the collar, lifting his torso off the floor, a cold smile playing at his lips, "Alright, then I’ll send you down to accompany him!"

The other hand clenched into a fist, wrapped in an overwhelming force, slammed towards his face! 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Bang!"

Nasal bone collapsed, blood splattering!

Philip Donovan couldn’t even scream, his head sagging to the side, consciousness plunging into chaos.

Meanwhile, as Rhys Lennox’s reason gradually returned, he sensed something amiss...

He frowned deeply at the woman who still dared not lift her head, recalling her voice just now...

No.

Not just the voice.

Since Shane Donovan entered the room, he hadn’t cast a single glance this way...

This defied logic!

Suddenly realizing something, he disregarded caution and grabbed the woman shivering under the tightly wrapped blanket—

Under the light, the tear-stained face was revealed...