Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 11: Stella Sterling’s Diagnostic Report

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Stella Sterling’s Diagnostic Report

Grace Quinn’s voice was loud, drawing curious glances from people around.

However, Stella Sterling’s steps didn’t pause for even a moment, not even turning her head.

She deftly pulled her suitcase and walked toward the roadside, raising her hand to hail a taxi.

"Driver, the airport, please."

The car door closed, completely insulating Grace Quinn’s unsavory curses.

The car smoothly joined the traffic, heading toward the airport.

Stella Sterling leaned back in her seat, watching the cityscape swiftly retreating past the window.

This city carried her five-year romantic dreams.

It was once the place she fought to root herself and build a future, but now, it was nothing but ruins.

She took out her phone, looking at the confirmed flight information, her fingers lightly sliding across the screen.

Goodbye, Kenton.

Goodbye—

Jasper Hawthorne...

...

Just as Stella Sterling’s taxi merged into the traffic on the airport expressway, a black Bentley screeched to a halt at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel.

Jasper nearly slammed the door as he exited with a terrifyingly stormy expression, striding into the hotel lobby.

In his hand, he clutched a velvet ring box, the sharp edges biting painfully into his palm.

"Jasper, you finally came!"

At this moment, Grace Quinn rushed over, crying like raindrops on a pear blossom as she covered her face.

Intentionally showing the clear red handprint on her swollen cheek, her voice was full of grievance and choking, "Look at this... look at how Stella hit me. I was just kindly asking her a question, and she started hitting me without saying a word! Sob sob sob..."

She expected to see the tenderness and rage on Jasper’s face, expecting him to immediately stand up for her and then go settle accounts with that bitch, Stella.

However, Jasper’s gaze didn’t even stay on her face for more than a second.

His eyes swept eagerly across the hotel lobby, searching for that familiar figure, his voice coming out unusually cold and impatient due to urgency: "Where is Stella?"

Grace Quinn was choked by his complete disregard for her injury, her hatred for Stella growing even more intense. She quickly added fuel to the fire, "She... she just left with an old man! She was intimate with him when I caught them coming out of the hotel, that’s why she was so angry and hit me! Jasper, she..."

"Shut up!"

Jasper abruptly interrupted her, his gaze finally falling on her face, speaking each word deliberately, "She could never do such a thing. Want to try saying something bad about her again?"

Grace Quinn was frightened by the unhidden fierceness in his eyes and instantly fell silent, left only with her aggrieved sobs.

She couldn’t believe it. Even though she was beaten like this, Jasper still defended Stella! Without even asking for clarification!

Previously, no matter how much she stirred trouble, Jasper would always stand on her side unconditionally.

Even for his wedding with Stella, he left her to come find me.

But now...

For the first time, Grace Quinn felt a little panicked.

Jasper ignored her further, striding briskly into the hotel lobby.

His intimidating presence and cold aura made the front desk staff too scared to even breathe loudly.

"The lady who just left, Stella, which room was she staying in?"

The front desk lady was stammering in fear, "S-sorry, sir, we can’t disclose guest information at will..."

Jasper directly took out his phone and pulled up the contact number for the hotel’s higher management, his tone icy: "Do I need to get your manager to come and talk to you?"

The front desk lady, recognizing his extraordinary status and intimidated by his current demeanor, weighed her options and reluctantly checked, "Miss Sterling has already checked out, sir."

"Room number!" Jasper almost spat out the words through gritted teeth.

"...2808." The front desk lady whispered the room number and tremulously handed over a spare room key card.

Jasper snatched the key card and headed straight to the elevator.

The elevator rose slowly, the numbers flickering constantly.

Jasper clutched the velvet ring box and the room key card tightly, his knuckles turning white.

With a ’ding’ sound, the elevator reached the 28th floor.

Jasper stepped out quickly, found room 2808, and swiped open the door.

The room had yet to be cleaned, but it was still tidy, filled with the unique fragrance of the hotel’s scent, cold and unfamiliar.

His eyes urgently scanned every corner of the room.

The bed was neatly made, the table was clean, and the wardrobe was empty.

Finally, his gaze fixed on the small trash bin in the corner.

The trash bin was very clean, containing only a couple of crumpled tissues and... a folded white paper ball, seemingly some kind of report.

Jasper slowly squatted down, picking up the paper ball, and began to unfold the crumpled sheet little by little.

The first words to greet his eyes were the bold printed title on the top of the page—[Pathology Diagnostic Report]

His eyes quickly dropped down, skimming over those cold medical terms and data, finally locking onto the line of conclusion at the bottom of the report.

Diagnostic Opinion: Acute exacerbation of chronic appendicitis with secondary gangrene and perforation.

Surgery Name: Emergency laparoscopic appendectomy + abdominal abscess clearance.

Surgery Date...

...

Time seemed to completely freeze at that moment.

Jasper maintained his squatting position, motionless, eyes fixed on the line with the surgery date.

A week ago.

Exactly on the day of his wedding with Stella...

Acute appendicitis with gangrene... perforation...

Even with his limited medical knowledge, he knew what ’perforation’ meant—infection, peritonitis, even life-threatening.

Emergency surgery...

He imagined her sudden episode of pain, the helplessness when she had to dial the emergency number alone, the fear as she was wheeled into the cold operating room...

And where was he at that time?

He was angry at Stella.

Even had others put out the word to have her expelled...

"Ha..."

A derisive laugh escaped Jasper’s throat.

He abruptly stood up from the ground, rising too quickly, his vision momentarily blackened, his tall frame swaying slightly until he steadied himself by grabbing the wall.

It felt as if his heart was gripped tightly by an invisible hand, twisting painfully, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Panic, a kind of overwhelming panic he had never experienced, instantly engulfed him.

Grabbing the wrinkled diagnostic report, he burst out of the room like a madman, not even waiting for the elevator, sprinting down the emergency stairs.

His car was still parked at the hotel entrance.

He opened the car door, threw himself into the seat, started the engine, and the sports car roared loudly, shooting out like an arrow, drawing the attention of passersby.

Along the way, he nearly floored the accelerator, ran several red lights, pressing the horn deafeningly, completely disregarding traffic rules.

He clutched the report so tightly that it was almost soaked with the sweat in his palm.

Only one thought persisted in his mind—get to the hospital!

Right now!

Immediately!

He needed to find out her condition then; he needed to know everything!