All Chapters of Sorry, Too Late: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Everyone in the intelligence unit knew what this meant—Kaldor was raring to go.Very few people could stir that kind of reaction in him.They either had to be powerful enough to match him or important enough that their death would shake the world. His prime targets had to hold great significance as their death would leave a lasting impact. The Imperia Norwood couple from 20 years ago had fit the bill.At the end of the day, Kaldor was nothing more than a killing machine who lived for slaughter.The so-called prodigies of the Department of Mystia weren't even close to being on his radar.To him, killing them would be no different than stepping on a few ants.Alas, those fools just had to go around digging into the secrets of the Imperia Norwood family. They just wouldn't let those forever sleeping dogs lie.On top of that, they were the future of the Department of Mystia. If he eliminated them here, it would undoubtedly deal a devastating blow to the organization's morale and str

"What? Penelope, have you lost your mind? What good would calling him do?""Exactly! He can barely save himself. How is he supposed to save us?""Penelope, you can't just grab at anything when you're desperate!"Instead of relief, her suggestion only served to drive Quirinus and the others down a rabbit hole of panic. They stared at her like she'd gone insane.In their minds, Evan was far weaker than any of them. If they couldn't even hurt Kaldor, what chance did Evan have?Calling him here would just get him killed, too.Plus, things had already turned ugly between them after they tried to force Evan to reveal his secrets.How were they supposed to reach out to him now?They would rather die than humiliate themselves like that.Quirinus absolutely refused to contact Evan even though death himself was staring at them.Penelope's expression shifted, but she said nothing more.Truthfully, she had made that call out of desperation.She knew calling Evan wouldn't change anythin

It was Evan.A thunderous boom ripped through their minds.Penelope and the others were flabbergasted when they saw who their savior was.Evan had actually come and blocked Kaldor's punch.They couldn't believe their eyes.The scene before them looked like something out of a superhero movie, and it left them completely stunned.Penelope froze, and so did Quirinus, Apollo, and Geoffrey.That was because reaching out to Evan had been nothing more than a desperate, last-ditch gamble. They hadn't even believed it would work.First, they didn't think Evan could save them from Kaldor. Second, they didn't even think Evan would show up.Kaldor was terrifyingly powerful. A ruthless killer. He was a man who was fear personified.Why would anyone come running here just to die?To them, asking Evan for help would only end with him shoving their humiliation in their faces. Nothing more, nothing less.They'd only thought of him because they were truly out of options. Yet, the outcome of

Time dragged by, second after second, and Penelope's heart sank lower and lower.To her, it was obvious that Evan wasn't going to forgive them.And why should he? They hadn't shown a powerful man like him even the most basic respect.From the moment they met him, they had looked down on him—acting bossy, arrogant, and superior.Taking down the four assassins from the Black Sun had been the Department of Mystia's job. Evan had solved it for them.Yet instead of showing gratitude, they had immediately questioned his background, assumed he was hiding secrets, and used the authority of the Department of Mystia to pressure him into telling the truth.Thinking back on it now, they realized it was insane.What powerful figure didn't have secrets? Why would he ever share them?Even if Evan had killed them on the spot, it would have been within reason.Realizing this, Penelope trembled even harder as she remained bowed, sweat dripping steadily from her forehead.Quirinus and the other

It felt like a pull deep in his veins, like something calling to him.'Is she my mother?' That was Evan's first instinct.Only a bond between parent and child could create a feeling like this—something that stirred his very blood, something impossible to ignore.And then there was the name, Maple Collins.The Black Sun's demon king had said it without hesitation. That meant he must have seen some resemblance in Evan, some shadow of another person reflected in him.And the person one resembled most was usually a parent.'Maple Collins. Is she my mother?'The more Evan thought about it, the more emotions crashed over him all at once.No one could understand what he was feeling.Ever since he learned that he was not the Norwoods' biological child, two questions had haunted him every waking moment.Who were his real parents, and why had they abandoned him?For a while, after Hazel and the others came into his life, that wound had begun to heal.He had even considered letting it