All Chapters of Sorry, Too Late: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Before anyone could react, Evan sprang into action.He lunged forward like a hawk, clamping a hand around Mylo's face and lifting him straight off the ground. Then, he drove Mylo's head into the hood of the car, again and again.Each impact sounded like a sledgehammer crashing down on steel. The hood caved in under the force, denting deeper with every blow.Worse was Mylo's face. Blood and torn skin smeared together, his features beaten so badly, they were almost unrecognizable.Everyone went rigid. Artemisia stared, stunned. So did Mylo's men—eyes wide, mouths hanging open.Who would've thought the prey would strike the hunter? And who would've imagined Evan would move so fast and act so ruthlessly?They hadn't even processed what was happening before Mylo's face had turned into a mangled mess.These were men who lived with knives at their throats, killers who survived by being crueler than the next guy. Next to Evan, however, they suddenly felt tame."You're dead, kid! Yo

Hazel had given Neil a direct order. He was to bring Evan back to her, safe and sound, no matter what.Evan didn’t want to go, but he went anyway. He also had questions for Zeke.Inside the hospital, Hazel and the others waited anxiously.Zeke's body trembled without stopping. His face was drained of all color. Since his life was on the line, every second felt like torture.Then Neil called—he’d found Evan. Evan was safe.A long breath escaped the room all at once."Thank God! Evan's okay!"When Zeke heard that Evan had been rescued, tears streamed down his face. The massive weight crushing his chest was finally lifted.It wasn't an act. At least, it didn't look like one.Overwhelmed, he turned to Hazel. “Hazel, when Neil gets back, I have to thank him properly. I’m so grateful.”He looked like gratitude had swallowed him whole.The three heiresses also believed Neil deserved the most credit. After all, he was the one who had brought Evan back.Of course, Zeke's warning had

Evan had never been deeply involved with the Leighton family. After Roxanne had secretly taken the family's only life-saving drug, she had been branded a sinner by her own relatives and had nearly been expelled outright. It was only because her parents fought tooth and nail for her that she avoided that fate, though she was still effectively sidelined and frozen out.Roxanne rarely returned home because of that, and the Leighton family had made it very clear she wasn't welcome. If the price she'd paid had been worth it, that might've been one thing—but the problem was that she regretted it now. Deeply. She believed she never should have used her family's only life-saving drug on Evan. It would've been so much better if she'd saved it for Zeke instead.The sentence Roxanne repeated to herself most often was, "If I hadn't given the drug to Evan back then, and had given it to Zeke instead, would everything be different now?" Whenever she said it, she would sink into quiet grief.

Evan doubted that the Silverton elite circle could produce a woman more beautiful or striking than Sylvie. However, he immediately bought it when he saw the picture. That was because it wasn't an artistic shot, nor did it show any signs of retouching. It was a raw, original image.She stood before the weathered, timeworn gates of an old campus, dressed in white that outshone fresh snow. Her dark hair fell like a waterfall, her expression free of joy or sorrow. Her clear, gentle eyes seemed almost capable of speaking, yet carried too many untold stories. Evan recognized the background instantly. The picture had been taken at his alma mater, Silverton University.Whoever took the photo had real skill, weaving the historical campus and the girl's beauty together with perfect balance. The interplay of light and shadow felt almost deliberate, like the finishing touch of a master painter. It was impossible to tell whether the woman elevated the campus or the campus elevated the woman.

Estelle's companions all assumed she was talking about the rejection that had just happened, and collectively gasped. However, Estelle had been referring to something else entirely.Two days earlier, her father had tried to introduce her to a potential political marriage. Yet, she'd been rejected. Estelle had been turned down for the first time in her life. Her first reaction wasn't anger. Instead, it was shock. She wanted to know who the man was.She'd asked her father about it afterward, but he hadn't been very explicit. He'd only said that the man who refused her possessed exceptional medical skills and had a solid grasp of geomancy and metaphysics. Most importantly, he was very young. Those three traits matched perfectly with the man who had just rejected her.Silverton didn't have many young people with outstanding medical expertise to begin with. Coupled with the fact that he had a mastery of geomancy and metaphysics, the ability to identify cursed goods at a glance and di