Todos los capítulos de Too Late, Mr. Cross: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Elena’s POV “Ellie always got this one wrong.” Adrian tapped the same number twice with his pencil before writing another beneath it. I kept my hands beneath the table because I did not trust them to remain steady where he could see them. He had remembered something. He had remembered a child who complained about carrying numbers and hated having her mistakes circled in red. “That was because you enjoyed making the rules difficult.” I kept my voice low. “Rules are only difficult when people refuse to read them properly.” Adrian marked the page. I closed my eyes for a second. “You sound very pleased with yourself.” “Accuracy is not arrogance.” “That is also something you used to say.” Adrian did not respond, his attention returned to the paper. The private nurse remained near the doorway with Jonathan and Damian. Williams security had cleared the house earlier, and the only other movement came from officers outside coordinating the next stage of Adrian’s transfer. I wrote t

Elena’s POV“Keep the audit inside this room until we know whose name belongs on the evidence.” I closed the door behind Evelyn and waited while Williams counsel activated the secure review terminal. “Nobody gets suspended because we dislike a pattern, and nobody gets warned because they have an impressive title.”Evelyn placed her tablet beside the keyboard. “You realize half the executive floor will notice that legal has locked down archive access.”“They can notice. They cannot know why.”Claire Benton, the outside counsel Thomas trusted for internal investigations, opened the authentication report Jonathan had sent. “The credential family used to search Adrian’s records belongs to executive governance. The problem is that the credential is shared across several approval functions.”“How many people can invoke it?”“Directly, four. Through delegated authority, another three.”“Seven people.” I took the chair opposite her. “Start there.”Damian had offered to remain outside the inve

Michael’s POV “The forensic image confirms the surveillance software was installed from your administrator account.” My attorney turned the laptop toward me without touching the original evidence bag on the table. “The fabricated vendor records also trace back to credentials assigned to your office.” I read the report again; there was no useful version of the truth left to hide behind. “I installed the surveillance tools.” Special Investigator Mara Ellis watched me from across the interview table. “On Elena Williams’s devices?” “On a device assigned to her during the period I was monitoring her communications.” “Without her consent?” “Without her consent.” My attorney wrote something on his legal pad. Months ago, I would have found a better sentence. I would have explained the threat environment, the information I had uncovered, the reasons I believed Elena was being watched by other people, and the certainty that I could keep her safer if I knew what reached her before she d

Elena’s POV “Put the mathematics books where he can reach them without asking.” I watched the nurse place two familiar volumes on the low shelf beside my father’s chair. “If he wants paper, leave paper. If he wants to spend an hour writing the same sequence, nobody turns it into a test.” The neurologist overseeing Adrian’s care nodded. “The goal is stability, familiarity, and as much autonomy as his condition safely allows.” “That is what I want.” The residence Williams had arranged was twenty minutes from my home and close enough to a specialist center that medical support could reach him quickly. Security remained outside the private living areas unless needed. His nurses knew Alexander Ward as part of his history, rather than a name they were required to maintain as a fiction. I had refused another hidden clinic. My father had spent enough years disappearing for other people’s comfort. “Would you like to stay for his afternoon session?” the neurologist asked. “I am stayin

Elena’s POV “Read the paragraph Richard underlined.” Damian slid the letter across the table and kept his hands on his side of it. I had come directly from my father’s residence, carrying the image of Richard Cross’s name carved through an equation in broken pencil. Now Richard’s handwriting sat in front of me again. Marriage is not required under any current legal structure for Elena’s protection, inheritance, identity security, or access to Williams assets. I read it twice. Then a third time because repetition did not change the words into anything kinder. “Who else knew?” “Jonathan found no evidence the final letter was sent.” “That was not my question.” “Richard knew. The counsel who prepared the alternatives knew marriage was one option rather than a legal requirement. Adrian approved cross-protection in principle, although there is no record showing he approved marriage.” I looked at Jonathan. “Richard told me the trust arrangements depended on cooperation be