All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. Cross: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damian’s POVThe drive took more than an hour.The receptionist told me Elena was unavailable.I told her I would wait.She looked uncomfortable.“Mr. Cross, Ms. Williams has already referred your request to the counsel.”“I heard.”“Then perhaps—”“I said I’ll wait.”A man in a navy suit approached from the elevators.Apparently Elena had acquired guards along with her fortune.He stopped at an appropriate distance.“Mr. Cross?”“Yes.”“Ms. Williams will see you.”That irritated me more than being refused.I followed him upstairs.The conference room door was open.Elena stood near the far end of the table, speaking to an older woman I recognized. Evelyn Shaw.Elena turned when I entered.For a moment, I forgot why I had come.She looked different. It was the way she occupied the room.At home, Elena had spent years watching my face before answering questions, always gauging whether the truth would start another argument.The woman in front of me did not check my reaction before dism

Michael’s POV Elena did not speak for several seconds after Jonathan’s confession. Her face had gone pale, but she kept her shoulders straight, staring at the phone in my hand as if the device had personally offended her. I lifted it closer. “What do you mean you left him alive?” Jonathan exhaled. “Not over the phone.” “That answer stopped being acceptable the moment you admitted knowing he survived.” “I said he was alive when I left him.” “Where?” “Michael.” “Where?” Elena reached for the phone. I handed it to her. “This is Elena Williams.” Jonathan became quiet again. She did not give him time to recover. “You knew my father.” “Yes.” “You knew he survived the crash.” “I do." “And for twenty years you let me believe he was dead.” “I was not the person who told you he died.” “That is an impressive distinction.” “Elena—” “Do not use my name as though we know each other.” I watched her fingers tighten around the phone. “Where did you leave him?” Jonathan hesita

Elena’s POV I woke the next morning to three missed calls from Damian and one message from Michael reminding me that the driver would be downstairs at ten-thirty. I ignored Damian, and I answered Michael. I remember. His reply came almost immediately: That would be more convincing if I hadn’t reminded you yesterday too. I stared at the message, then typed: You’re becoming irritatingly parental. I prefer competent. That almost made me smile. The problem was that Damian had finally learned about the baby, and ever since I left Williams Holdings yesterday, his presence seemed to have followed me home without him physically being there. His missed calls sat on my screen. His name appeared every time I checked my phone. And somewhere beneath all that irritation was the memory of his face when I confirmed the child was his. I hated that I remembered it. I hated even more that a small part of me had expected something from him in that moment. Instead, I had walked awa

Elena's POV The doctor kept me overnight, and Michael stayed until I threatened to call security on him. "You are not sleeping in that chair." "I have slept in worse places." "That does not make this one reasonable." He adjusted the pillow behind my back instead of answering. I caught his wrist. "Go home." His eyes dropped to my hand. "You are trying to get rid of me." "I am trying to sleep without waking up every hour because you are shifting around like an uncomfortable ghost." "I do not shift." "You complained about your neck twice." "That was an observation." "Michael." He exhaled. "Fine." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The gesture was gentle enough to make me close my eyes for a second; it also made me think of Damian.And I hated that. Michael noticed something in my face. "What?" "Nothing." "That was fast." "I am tired." "Then sleep." He collected his jacket. At the door, he paused. "If anything changes, call me." "I know." "If you have pain—" "

Damian's POV Caleb Ross sat across from me in a conference room at Cross Group and looked like a man who had spent the last twenty-four hours regretting every security job he had ever taken. "I did not attack Ms. Williams." "I did not say you did." "You had me brought here by two men who looked like they wanted to bury me under the parking garage." "They are polite when properly motivated." Ross rubbed his palms over his jeans. "I left Cross Group a long time ago." "I know." "The card should have been useless." "It was." He looked up. "What?" "The access card found near Elena's car was real, but the chip had been removed. It was evidence, not access." His face tightened. "I told the detective mine went missing." "When?" "A few days ago." "From your apartment?" "Yes." "Who knew you had kept it?" "No one." "That answer is rarely true." Ross looked away. I opened the employment file in front of me. "After Cross, you worked for Vantage Protective." His eyes returne