Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 182: Complete Reckoning!

"No... you can’t..." Owen Callahan hoarsely shouted, his eyes filled with terror.

Shane Donovan ignored him, grabbed his finger to unlock the phone, which promptly opened.

There were more than just one photo inside.

He paused at his fingertips, then pulled up the phone’s original data stream, the professional recovery interface quickly scrolling through.

Shane Donovan’s gaze accurately locked onto several intentionally hidden original files.

They were not AI-generated images, but real photos taken from different angles!

Although the pixels remained low and the distance far, it was sufficient to clearly record what happened on the rooftop—especially the confrontation between Shane Donovan and Theodore Sterling!

Owen Callahan was truly present on site then!

Stella Sterling leaned in for a closer look, gasped in shock, and felt her heart like it was being fiercely clenched by an invisible hand, causing her vision to go dark with pain.

She was mentally prepared for her father’s fall to not be a simple suicide or accident, yet confirming a third person was present at the scene was something she couldn’t withstand.

Shane Donovan’s arm instantly tensed, securely supporting her slightly swaying body.

He did not look at her, his gaze still pinned on the phone screen, but the hostility radiating from him abruptly soared.

Rhys Lennox also saw those photos, his pupils shrank sharply, suddenly turning his head to look at Owen Callahan on the ground like a collapsed heap, with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes: "Did you take these photos? You were onsite at that time, weren’t you? Uncle Sterling was pushed down by you!"

Owen Callahan’s face turned ashen, his whole body trembling like chaff, speaking incoherently: "No... it’s not... it wasn’t me..."

"Not you?" Shane Donovan finally slowly raised his gaze, looking at Owen Callahan.

That gaze, frightfully calm.

There was no furious rage, no hysteria, just an unfathomably deep and nearly indifferent coldness.

Yet the calmer it appeared, the more it instilled fear from deep within one’s heart.

He slowly squatted down, looking level at Owen Callahan splayed on the ground.

The broken light at the alley’s mouth fell on the side of his face, half in brightness, half concealed in shadows, and the red mole at the corner of his eye glowed eerily, like it was stained with blood.

"There’s a question that I’ve been unable to figure out," Shane Donovan spoke, his voice very light, yet it instantly made Owen Callahan’s hair stand on end, "You tell me, a human’s body falling from such a height, how powerful is the impact it must endure? How shattered would the internal organs become? How many pieces would the bones break into?"

He extended his hand but did not touch Owen Callahan, merely hovering it above his chest, his long fingers clearly defined, gleaming like cold jade under the dim light.

"Uncle Sterling broke four ribs, his spleen ruptured..." Shane Donovan slightly tilted his head, "Do you think he felt pain at that time?"

Owen Callahan stared with terror-wide eyes, desperately shrinking backward, only to be held firmly down by the bodyguards behind him.

Shane Donovan’s fingers gently landed on the lower left side of Owen Callahan’s chest, the location of the spleen.

His actions appeared incredibly gentle, even with a touch of a doctor’s focused examination.

"Is it here?" he asked.

Owen Callahan frantically nodded, then wildly shook his head, producing a hoarse sound from his throat.

In the next second, Shane Donovan’s fingertips, in an incredibly tricky and precise angle, suddenly pressed down!

"Argh—!!!"

Owen Callahan burst out a shrill scream not like a human’s, his whole body contorted violently like a shrimp thrown into a frying pan, eyes bulged, temples knotted with veins, cold sweat soaking his clothes in an instant.

It was a kind of indescribable pain, not a sharp piercing, but a dull ache akin to his internal organs being fiercely clenched, squeezed, and ground by an invisible hand!

Pain stopped his breath, vision engulfed by blackness!

Shane Donovan’s fingers didn’t leave, nor did they jab forcefully, merely maintaining that pressing position, fingertips sensing the weak tremor and spasms in the subcutaneous tissue.

He looked down at Owen Callahan’s face twisted by extreme pain, still calm and undisturbed in his gaze.

"Seems like it’s here." He casually stated, as though confirming an unimportant fact.

Stella Sterling turned her gaze away.

She knew Shane Donovan’s methods, knew that he was far from the polished facade, but personally witnessing this unobtrusive yet nerve-racking coerced confession still made her heart race.

Thinking of her father lying lifeless in the ICU, that slight palpitations transformed into cold hatred instead.

Rhys Lennox stood aside, hands stuffed in his pockets, his jawline clenched tightly.

He watched Shane Donovan, eyes complex.

His elder brother, when ruthless, genuinely made people unable to seek survival, nor death.

Shane Donovan slowly withdrew his hand.

Owen Callahan lay limp in a heap on the ground, gasping heavily as though pulled from water, completely drenched, with only breaths going out without coming in.

"Now, can we talk?" Shane Donovan’s voice remained without much fluctuation, "Start from the beginning, and don’t miss a word."

His tone was very placid, yet carried a chilling pressure.

Owen Callahan completely broke down.

The extreme physical pain and immense psychological terror destroyed his last sliver of hopeful luck.

He sobbed wretchedly, stammering his confession: 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"It... it was Philip Donovan... he found me, said... said he could help me get revenge on you all... he knew I hated you... hated Shane Donovan, hated Aidan Sterling..."

"He told me to find Uncle Sterling, fabricate those rumors about the past with you... I didn’t expect Uncle Sterling to actually call you to confront face-to-face... After you left, he slapped me and said he would call the police..."

Owen Callahan’s voice was trembling with fear and regret: "I... I panicked, wanted to grab his phone... He cursed me as an animal and pushed me... I, impulsively, just... just pushed him back a bit... I didn’t mean for him to fall! I really didn’t mean it! He just couldn’t hold his stance..."

He sobbed, incoherently repeating "I didn’t mean to kill him."

Shane Donovan quietly listened, his face entirely expressionless, until Owen Callahan finished, he then slowly stood up, looking down at him as if at a pile of filthy trash.

"Enough, take him away..." Shane Donovan’s voice was icy, "Make sure to ’serve’ him well before sending him to the police station!"

"Yes, President Donovan."

Owen Callahan still wanted to plead, but was forcibly dragged away by bodyguards with his mouth covered, soon, only the three of them were left in the alley.

Shane Donovan walked to Stella Sterling’s side, naturally taking her cold hand, wrapping it in his palm.

"Let’s go, we’re heading to the Old House."

It’s time for a complete reckoning.

...

And meanwhile at the Donovan Family Old House, it was brightly illuminated.

In the living room, Old Mr. Donovan sat at the main seat with a sullen face, Old Mrs. Donovan sat beside him, fingers rolling Buddha Beads.

While Beatrice Donovan nervously shrank in a corner.

Philip Donovan was seated in the wheelchair, still putting on a brave face, but the slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner panic.

No news whatsoever from Owen Callahan.

Phone unreachable, messages unanswered, people sent to watch reported back that the crumbling alley had long been abandoned...

Failed.

Indeed Shane Donovan was in disguise!

This turned out to be a setup jointly devised by him and Stella Sterling!

Even... it’s possible that Owen Callahan, used as a pawn, was already exposed, all within their calculations!

A chill rushed up from the tailbone.

But he couldn’t sit idly waiting for doom.

Fortunately, he still had a second plan.

He took a deep breath, a ruthless gleam flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Even if Owen Callahan failed, he’d make sure to take a piece out of Shane Donovan!

And Rhys Lennox... that young wolf cub, if he can’t be used, then drown together!