All Chapters of SORRY MR. CROWNELL YOU'RE TOO LATE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chaise"What do you mean, something worse?" I demanded, closing the distance between us in three sharp strides.Joan flinched, but held her ground, her fingers still trembling as she scrolled through her phone with visible urgency. It just felt like she wanted to show me something, like all of this would compliment everything that had happened. At this point, my trust issues were at an all time low and I didn’t know who I could trust anymore. I hated to think that I had been played for a fool for many years and it was only now I was starting to realize how much that had cost me."Two days ago, I overheard her on a call. She didn't know I was still in the hallway, she thought I'd already left for the evening.""What did she say?" Tyron pressed, his voice tight with barely restrained tension."She mentioned a second child," Joan said, and the words hung heavy and cold in the kitchen air. "She said something about how one heir wouldn't be enough leverage, that she needed... insurance. In

LilyDr. Reed stood at the foot of my hospital bed, his expression carrying none of the warmth I'd grown accustomed to over the past few months. My daughter stirred faintly in my arms, and something instinctive made me pull her closer, some primal awareness that the ground beneath me had shifted without my noticing. I didn’t know what this meant but I'd be damned as hell if I didn't protect her with everything I had."What kind of urgent matter?" I asked, phone still pressed to my ear, Chaise's silence on the other end stretching taut and uneasy."Lily," Chaise said quickly, his voice sharpening with something close to panic, "don't let him near the baby. Do you understand me? Keep her close, and stall until I get there."The way he talked, I could tell that whatever it was that had gotten him worked up to this extent had to be really serious. He wasn’t one to give false alarms, just like that but I had come to learn that with so many things that had happened, it was best he was alarm

LilyThe screen trembled slightly in Ralph's hand, but the woman's face remained perfectly still, poised, radiant even under the harsh glare of camera flashes. My mother…a woman I'd only ever known through faded childhood photographs and a phone call eighteen years too late. She was estranged to me, just like how other people were with no meaningful existence to me which wasn’t even surprising."Turn up the volume," I said, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.Ralph fumbled with the screen, and her voice filled the hospital room, smooth and practiced, the voice of someone who'd spent decades perfecting the art of public performance."...and it's with a heavy heart that I come forward today," she was saying, hands folded neatly in front of her, dressed in an elegant cream suit that made her look every bit the grieving matriarch rather than the woman who'd orchestrated my kidnapping mere hours earlier. "For eighteen years, I believed my daughter had died alongside

Lily"Don't you dare," I said, my voice breaking as I curled my body protectively around my daughter, putting every ounce of strength I had left into shielding her tiny frame.The guard took a single step forward, and Chaise moved instantly, positioning himself directly in the man's path, his body a wall between us. At that moment, I realized that he was going to do everything possible to protect us, not caring that he was putting himself in harm’s way and if this wasn’t love, then I didn’t know what else it was, especially seeing a man so devoted to me despite all our past mistakes."Touch her," Chaise said, low and lethal, "and it'll be the last thing you ever do.""Chaise," my mother said, almost amused, "you're outnumbered…be reasonable.""Reasonable," Norman spat from near the window, already moving to flank the guards from the side. "You kidnapped your own daughter, faked your death for eighteen years, and now you're threatening a newborn. There's nothing reasonable happening i

Chaise"Six a.m." I repeated the words like they might rearrange themselves into something less devastating if I said them enough times. "That's less than four hours from now.""I know," Tyron said through the phone, his voice tight with barely restrained fury. "And she's already got a private meeting scheduled with the judge before the hearing even starts."I glanced toward the bed, where Lily sat rigid against the pillows, our daughter finally asleep against her chest, exhaustion and terror etched into every line of her face as she listened to my half of the conversation."Her grandfather," she whispered once I'd relayed everything, disbelief threading through her voice. "I have a grandfather, a judge and he's about to preside over a hearing that could take my daughter away from me.""Not if we get there first," Reed said, already gathering the documents scattered across the bedside table, his earlier fear replaced by something fiercer, more determined. "I have everything, Chaise