All Chapters of Sorry, Too Late: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

"Here's Mr. Norwood's real transfusion record! See for yourself!"The nurse gave them the complete and uncut records. The pages were filled with the name of the donor, Evan Norwood. The heiresses counted every line up to the final 100th line.Reality hit them like a lightning bolt. Their eyes turned blank as they froze. However, their gazes were still fixed on the page. They stared at it for a long time and kept staring at it until their eyes turned dry… until the reality of it all sank in.Evan donated his blood 100 times, and the dates all matched up. The heiresses noticed that the day he gave his blood for the 100th time was the same day he left them.Memories of the past flooded their minds. Zeke's condition slipped severely that day, and he desperately needed surgery. The heiresses dragged Evan without even asking and made him give his blood.However, Evan refused to cooperate with them. He said he'd never donate his blood anymore, and they slapped him in a fit of rage. Evan'

The heiresses recognized that face. "Zeke?" They couldn't believe he was the culprit. Their blood turned to ice in their veins.Anya thought she was seeing things, so she rewound the video and replayed it. It was still Zeke's face, and now it was even clearer. After all, the heiresses had purchased the very clothes and shoes he was wearing in the footage.Zeke left after ripping the pages out.Silence gripped the control room like a vice, strangling their very breaths. The heiresses stood like statues that were seemingly petrified by Medusa's stare. Their minds were filled with white noise. Hazel thought she was going mad.The hospital trip earlier was for a checkup, but they left the appointment uncovering hidden secrets. First, they'd finally learned the truth behind the 100 transfusions and that Evan was the one they'd been trying to find. Now, they discovered that Zeke was the one who ripped out the diary pages. They naturally connected the dots and realized that he was also

Anya and Roxanne pulled Hazel to her feet. "We need to talk to Zeke! We're not letting this slide!"…Zeke's living room was booming with heart-pumping music. He turned the stereo up to maximum volume and smoked an expensive cigar before sinking into the couch. He was living the good life.He thought, 'Now this is life. God, living with the three stooges was hell.'Zeke wasn't satisfied with just material wealth. He wanted riches beyond that and more. He wanted absolute power and unquestionable status. The heiresses couldn't give him that no matter how much they tried. He eventually learned that he had to fight to feed his desires himself. Fortunately, he would get his hands on power. Soon enough, his only goal in life was to get used to his new life.Suddenly, his mansion's door flung open as the heiresses stormed in. They turned off the music. "Why did you do that? Why did you lie to us?"Zeke took a deep drag and ignored them. The fact that they were asking meant they'd foun

Zeke wanted to kill Evan more than anything. That had been his plan right from the start. It was just that he now also wanted to see the heiresses suffer. He thought, 'You want to see him, don't you? You can't forget about him, can you? Then, I'll kill him right before your very eyes! Yes, that'll break you!' Manical laughter seemed to echo forever in his mind.He would be all better soon. When the time came, he would be blessed with power. The heiresses were of no use to him anymore, and he was way out of their league. With his power and status, he could get any woman he wanted. So why would he stay with these morons?Ambition always grew with greed. Zeke thought, 'A man's best outfit is power and position.' Then, he wondered if Nightingale and the others had finished their mission.…After Black Sun's members learned Ivana's address, they swiftly made a beeline for No. 1, Nine Courts. However, they didn't move in just yet. Instead, they staked the place out."Hey, something's

The remaining Martial Servants tensed up, looking at the enemies with horror. 'Who are these people? They can decapitate one of us just by raising their hand!'Then, they saw the thin, almost transparent blade in Nightingale's hand. She didn't decapitate one of them just by raising her hand. She just moved too quickly for them to follow. She had superhuman speed.Nightingale patted Gabriel's cheek. "You're Gabriel Solomon?"The stupefied Gabriel nearly nodded. His Martial Servants sensed great danger coming. They shouted, "Run, Mr. Gabriel! They're trying to kill you!"Gabriel's pupils contracted. The Martial Servants charged ahead, unleashing all their strength at the Black Sun team.The four started working for Cain when they were young men. Their loyalty was unquestionable. They'd sacrifice themselves if it meant Gabriel wouldn't be harmed. They didn't care that their efforts were useless and weak because they'd still put their lives on the line for a sliver of a chance for G