All Chapters of Sorry, Too Late: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

"It worked!"Zeke's whole body shook with excitement when the phone rang. He felt around his back and found his shirt soaked through with sweat.One overseas call was enough to make him act like this.No one knew just how much that call meant. It carried every last shred of Zeke's hope.Since he was an unaffiliated outsider, he had to jump through countless hoops to contact the organization. He had to crack layers of firewalls while dodging Draganland's network surveillance just to get in touch with them.That alone was enough to scare most people off.One wrong move, and Draganland's most advanced tech would trace him in seconds.And even if he somehow made it through and sent a signal, the Black Sun wasn't obligated to respond.They wouldn't grant every request—and they definitely wouldn't waste time on someone of no interest or value to them.Zeke had been gambling. He was betting that he still held value in their eyes. He was betting they would notice his signal and choose

"Do you have any other way to bring Zeke back to normal?"Hazel pressed the question, as if she had already seen through Roxanne and Anya's unease and hesitation.Neither of them answered.A suffocating silence settled over the villa. The only sound was the steady tick of the clock on the wall, each second stretching the tension tighter.By now, they were certain that Zeke's drastic change wasn't random. It was their fault.They had failed him again and again, disappointing him time after time. And worse, Zeke was dying.Something inside a person would twist and snap when they sensed their end approaching. Some gave up completely. Others changed beyond recognition. There were always signs.They couldn't bear to watch the once-perfect Zeke become like this. And they couldn't ignore their own mistakes.That was why they had thought of a desperate plan—letting Evan "die."In truth, they should've done this long ago. They should've done it long before Cain even came to Silverton.

The room was filled with corpses.Some of them had been torn apart into chunks, and blood had spread across the floor, pooling all the way to Zeke's feet.What made his scalp prickle even more was the group of people sitting nearby, calmly eating.They had to be the elites the Black Sun had sent to Silverton for this mission.Judging by their faces, they came from all over the world.Only one of them looked like she was from the east, and she was also the only woman present."Hm? You're still alive? Interesting."The woman smiled as she sized Zeke up."I know who you are. You're the organization's only 'successful experiment' who might as well have been a failure…"Only then did Zeke notice her figure. She was tall and striking, dressed in a form-fitting outfit that hugged her curves like it was painted on.Her features were sharp and defined, and the mark on the bridge of her high nose stood out like the finishing touch on a masterpiece."My codename in the organization is

The next day, Hazel arrived at the hospital with Roxanne and Anya by her side.Standing at the entrance, watching the steady stream of people coming and going, the three heiresses all felt a strange sense of distance, like stepping into a place from another lifetime.It hadn't been that long since they were last here, so why did it feel like ages?What they didn't realize was that the hospital had only ever felt familiar because every visit had been about one thing—bringing Evan in for blood transfusions.Now that Evan was gone, no longer giving blood to Zeke, they had no real reason to come back."Ms. Solberg, you're here?""Good morning, Ms. Solberg!""Ms. Solberg, it's been a while since we last saw you!"It was the morning rush, and staff members greeted them one after another as they passed.But the looks in their eyes—curious, almost as if they were staring at something strange—only made Hazel's already heavy chest tighten further.She let out a slow breath, forcing her

It was utterly shocking.Hazel was stunned.Hadn't Evan only given blood seven or eight times? Where did a hundred come from?She pinched herself hard. The sharp pain told her this wasn't a hallucination. She hadn't misheard.Evan had given blood one hundred times?Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the chair outside the transfusion room.At that moment, she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't."I didn't hear that wrong, did I?""One hundred times? Not ten?"Roxanne and Anya were no better off.The truth slammed into them like a crushing blow, leaving them dazed—like hollow shells. Their minds simply couldn't process it.One hundred times.An ordinary person would be in life-threatening danger after more than ten consecutive transfusions—and Evan had been forced to do it a hundred times? And in such a short span of time?He'd barely had any chance to recover, yet he went through a full hundred transfusions?It was impossible.And the worst part—they had no