Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 The Heiresses’ Wishful Thinking

Anya, who had stepped into the yard to water the flowers, was the first to spot Evan standing at the entrance of Nine Courts. “It really is him!”

Hazel, Anya, and even Zeke looked over as well

Evan was pacing back and forth outside the gate, brows knotted, anxiety written all over his face. A sheen of cold sweat glimmered at his temples, like he was wrestling with some impossible decision.

“He already came to admit he was wrong? I thought he’d last a few more days.”

Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya all grinned with delight. In their minds, there was only one explanation for Evan showing up at this hour-to seek protection.

“He must’ve already heard that Mr. Solomon’s drakeblood gemstone was exposed as fake…”

Zeke frowned slightly. “Then, why isn’t he coming over?”

Evan lingered at the entrance, glancing around like he was waiting for someone. However, the heiresses only saw nerves. To them, it was obvious-he wanted to apologize but didn’t have the courage to lower himself.

After all, he had rebelled and resisted them in every way before.

When Zeke was gravely ill and needed blood, Evan didn’t offer a single drop. And now, at the first sign of danger, he wanted to rely on them? Life didn’t work that way, and he knew it.

That was why he was hesitating.

“Well, well. Look how nervous he is. He’s probably afraid we won’t help him, so he doesn’t dare come in,” Anya muttered.

“Serves him right,” Roxanne said coldly. “If he knew this day would come, he shouldn’t have fought us so hard. He should’ve taken the deal when we offered it-donated blood quietly and admitted his fault. We wouldn’t be ignoring him now.”

Hazel’s expression cooled. “Adults have to take responsibility for their actions. He decided to walk away from us, so when he runs into trouble, he shouldn’t come running back.”

Even so, the heiresses waited eagerly for Evan to approach them. He might hesitate now, but eventually-surely-he would have to come. The weight of Silverton’s Overlord was too great. Whatever advantage Evan once held over them had long since collapsed.

“Why isn’t he here yet? What’s taking him so long?”

But one minute passed, five, ten… Still, Eyan made no move toward them.

Hazel’s expression darkened. “Why hasn’t he come to apologize? Is it really that hard?”

Anya was starting to lose patience as she thought, ‘Life and death outweigh pride. Evan of all people should know that’

“Anya, maybe we should give him a little more time,” Zeke suggested gently. “He must be feeling guilty, scared, and ashamed. He doesn’t know how to face us. I’m alive because he donated blood for me before. Now that he’s in trouble, don’t make things harder for him.”

The heiresses couldn’t help laughing.

“Zeke, you’re too kind.”

“Don’t worry. We won’t make it too difficult for him.”

“As long as he sincerely admits he was wrong and promises never to do it again, we’ll forgive him.”