Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Evan’s Laughter in the lion’s Den

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Chapter 173 Evan’s Laughter in the Lion’s Den

Laughter exploded around the table.

James and Josephine nearly doubled over, laughing so hard they could barely breathe. Even the usually aloof, expressionless triplets were amused.

They all thought Evan was just putting on a brave front in the face of death, that he was terrified on the inside put too proud to admit that this was his last meal.

False pride. Bravery on the surface, terror underneath.

Darius‘ smile carried a dark edge. “Evan, why are you still fooling yourself? No one can withstand Mr. Solomon’s wrath. You only survived three years ago because you got lucky. This time, no one will dare save you.

“Even if you regret it now, it’s too late. If you didn’t want anyone to know, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Knowing you’d face this disaster, why did you steal the drakeblood gemstone and swap it with a fake?”

James chimed in, “You bastard, you dragged our family’s name through the mud! Because of you, our ancestors almost bore the shame!”

Josephine’s gaze turned cruel. “Hurry up and hand Mr. Solomon the real drakeblood gemstone!”

The triplets didn’t bother speaking. They didn’t need to. Their eyes said enough–like Evan was a clown brought

in for their entertainment.

“What…” Evan couldn’t hold back and let out a low laugh.

‘The Norwoods really are masters at twisting truth into lies. They forged every piece of evidence, dumped all the filth onto me, and even now dared curse me? And they expect me to hand over the gemstone? Hilarious. If only they knew that I’m holding all the proof.‘

“How can you still be laughing?”

Seeing Evan unfazed–and worse, amused–only infuriated them more.

James stormed toward him with a roar. “Isn’t this what you wanted the Norwood family helping you? Beg, and maybe we’ll consider it!”

“You already came back here for dinner. Why pretend you’re above it all? Show us some sincerity!”

“I heard he even changed the name on his legal documents back to Evan Norwood.‘ And what does that prove? He wanted to come back ages ago!”

Everyone waited for Evan to beg, all of them shouting over each other, urging him. After all, wasn’t that the whole reason he returned at such a desperate moment? They even knew about the name change on his documents.

“Evan, hurry up,” Darius added, sounding earnest. “Evan, hurry up. Dad talks harshly, but he’s softhearted. If you beg, he’ll definitely plead for you. He always keeps his word. We can’t promise it’ll work… but it’s a chance.”

He looked anxious, as if he were truly worried about Evan. But the amusement flickering in his eyes was impossible to hide. Everyone knew the Norwoods would never intercede for him. They were lying. They just wanted Evan to beg them.

For some reason, Darius had always felt a twisted rush whenever he saw Evan being scolded, beaten, or humiliated because of him. And now that Evan was supposedly about to die–his last day alive–that thrill only intensified.

Chopter 173 Evan’s Laughter in the Lions Den

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“He must want to live so badly. He probably thinks we’re his lifeline. He must believe that begging on his knees will make us step in for him. But in the end, it’s all a trick. How hopeless would he feel? What perfect dramatic irony.‘ The thought filled Darius with sick delight.

The triplets finally had enough.

Chairs scraped as they stood abruptly, stepping far away from Evan with looks of disgust. They didn’t/care for him begging–there was no need.

In their minds, it was inevitable anyway. People did anything to live. Begging was nothing.

Then Evan suddenly laughed. It started low, laced with disdain, then grew louder and wilder, rising until his laughter echoed through every corner of Eisenberg Castle.