Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 115: Old Jealousy

"Tina!" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Tina Hughes! Come back here!" Philip Donovan shouted loudly at her retreating figure.

But the only response he got was the cold sound of a door closing.

He looked at the scattered pieces of paper on the floor, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

No!

He couldn’t lose the support of The Hughes Family!

Absolutely not!

Suddenly, he spun around and took big strides towards Old Mrs. Donovan’s main building.

"Mom!"

Old Mrs. Donovan was closing her eyes while handling her Buddha beads, startled by his sudden shout, she opened her eyes.

Seeing her youngest son sweaty and disheveled, she immediately looked at him with concern, "What’s going on?"

"Mom, Tina... she wants to divorce me!" Philip Donovan was so anxious that he was pacing around, "Mom, without The Hughes Family’s support, I’ll never be able to hold my head up in The Donovan Family again! I’ll be completely finished, Mom!"

"What’s the rush! Look at you, having such little backbone!" Old Mrs. Donovan put down the Buddha beads and patted him on the back to comfort him, "Alright, alright, it’s not such a big deal, look at how scared you are."

Philip Donovan, as if finding his backbone, tightly grabbed her hand, "Mom, you have to help me! I can’t divorce! Absolutely not!"

A glint of cunning flashed through Old Mrs. Donovan’s cloudy old eyes, "Don’t worry, even if the marriage ends, it’s no big deal..."

"Mom..." Philip Donovan’s heart tightened.

But before he could finish speaking, Old Mrs. Donovan smiled profoundly, her withered fingers lightly twisting the beads on her wrist, a hint of coldness in her eyes, "What? Do you think that even if you don’t divorce Tina Hughes, you’ll have a place in The Donovan Family?"

Philip Donovan was taken aback, "Mom, what do you mean by that?"

Old Mrs. Donovan narrowed her eyes slightly, lowering her voice with a hint of shrewdness, "Just wait and see... The Donovan Family’s sky hasn’t reached a day where one person can decide it all."

...

In the study, the scent of sandalwood lingered.

Old Mr. Donovan wasn’t sitting in his authoritative grand chair. Instead, he was cheerfully seated on the main sofa, holding Stella Sterling’s hand and making her sit beside him, looking her up and down with growing satisfaction.

"Stella, were you tired on the way back? Did Shane bully you recently?"

Stella Sterling pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head, "Grandpa Donovan, I’m not tired, he’s been... he’s been pretty good."

"Why are you calling me Grandpa Donovan, you should change it to just Grandpa!" Old Mr. Donovan pretended to be displeased, then smiled widely, waving at Butler Alfie who was standing by, "Alfie, quickly, bring out the present I prepared for my granddaughter-in-law."

Butler Alfie responded with a smile, and soon brought over one exquisite rosewood box after another, filling up the whole coffee table.

"Come, Stella, see if you like them." Old Mr. Donovan personally opened the largest box first.

Inside was a set of full-green jadeite jewelry: necklace, earrings, ring, bracelet, with richly vibrant color, excellent quality, under the bright light of the study shimmering with a glossy and translucent luster, clearly a heirloom-level treasure.

Stella Sterling, having some knowledge of jadeite, was surprised at the quality and texture, "Grandpa, this is too valuable..."

"Not valuable, not valuable, just perfect for my granddaughter-in-law!" Old Mr. Donovan waved it off indifferently and enthusiastically opened the second long box.

Inside was a set of ruby jewelry, each vivid pigeon-blood ruby plump and lustrous, set against an intricate and luxurious platinum base, adorned with dazzling diamonds all around, luxurious and eye-catching.

"This set was your great-grandmother’s favorite back then, now it’s passed on to you." The old man’s eyes showed reminiscence and gratification.

Immediately after, the third box opened, revealing a set of rare pink diamond jewelry...

The fourth box contained top-grade mutton-fat white jade...

Each piece was priceless, enough to cause a sensation at an auction house.

Stella Sterling was dazzled, repeatedly waving her hands, "Grandpa, this is really too much, these... these I can’t even wear regularly..."

"Silly child, who said you have to wear them every day? Just keep them, and look at them for fun!" Old Mr. Donovan grinned so widely his eyes disappeared, as if he was giving away ordinary items.

And it wasn’t over yet.

The old man took out a document folder, pulling out a thick stack of papers.

"This is the property deed for an old house by The Crestfall Bund, already transferred to your name, so you and Shane can live there whenever you want."

"This is three percent of The Donovan Group shares, it gives considerable dividends yearly, you can consider it your pocket money."

"And this, I’ve deposited some gold bars and antiques for you in a Swiss Bank, the list is here..."

"Grandpa!" Stella Sterling couldn’t sit still, hurriedly standing up, the documents in her hands felt scorching, "This... this really won’t do! It’s too... too extravagant!"

Old Mr. Donovan put on a stern face, "Why not? You’re the acknowledged granddaughter-in-law of The Donovan Family, what’s mine is yours! If I give it to you, you take it! Otherwise, Grandpa won’t be happy!"

Stella Sterling looked at the old man’s "I’ll get angry if you don’t accept" manner, feeling helpless yet touched, warmth surging in her heart, she couldn’t help but smile, "Thank you, Grandpa!"

That smile was bright, with a hint of girlish coyness, making Old Mr. Donovan overjoyed.

However, someone nearby was not pleased.

Shane Donovan had originally been lazily reclined on a single sofa, watching his family’s old man ’show off wealth’ to please his wife, initially finding it quite satisfying.

But seeing Stella smiling so brightly at the old man, her beautiful eyes almost turned into crescent moons, her attention entirely on the old man and his treasures, not giving him even a glance, that old, bottled-up jealousy finally couldn’t help but start bubbling over.

He spoke slowly, with a barely noticeable sourness in his voice, "The old man has keen eyes, looks like my Stella really likes it..."

Stella Sterling, dazzled by the mound of jewelry, subconsciously turned her head upon hearing the words, "Hmm?"

Old Mr. Donovan, sharp as ever, could see through his grandson’s awkward feelings instantly, raising an eyebrow, he deliberately said, "What? I give my granddaughter-in-law a few gifts, and you, boy, have a problem with that?"

Shane Donovan snorted lightly, "How could I dare. The old man picked out the finest things, our Stella likes them, and I’m more than happy."

While he said he was happy, his eyes clearly said "I’m so jealous but I’m not saying it."

Then he leaned down, whispering just loud enough for the old man to hear, "Don’t be polite, whatever grandpa gives, take it. There’s no refusing such gifts."

Stella Sterling was both amused and helpless, nudging him lightly with her elbow.

Shane Donovan, getting nudged, not only didn’t restrain himself but instead demanded an inch, "Old man, do you have more? Think carefully, is there anything in your secret stash you forgot to bring out?"

Old Mr. Donovan was also amused by his cheeky behavior, "You cheeky brat! Trying to get your hands on my secret stash, aren’t you? No more! Not a drop left! What’s left is reserved for my great-grandson as a welcome gift!"

"Great-grandson?" Shane Donovan raised a brow, "Then you’ll have to be even more generous. This much is just enough to entertain my wife."

"Hey! You rascal!" The old man laughed, blowing his beard and glaring, "The things I’ve given you aren’t enough? You’ve almost emptied out the entire Donovan Family!"

"That’s different, The Donovan Family is one thing, your private stash is another."

"Isn’t my private stash part of The Donovan Family?"

"Now it’s Stella’s."

"..."