Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 174

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Chapter 174 Unworthy

Chapter 174 Unworthy

The entire Norwood family froze. Every face was filled with disbelief as they stared at Evan. What was he lau at? From the looks of it, he was mocking them.

His laughter cut off abruptly. His gaze swept across James, then Darius, Josephine, and finally the triplets. Looking at every person in the Norwood family, he let out a cold sneer. “You want me to beg? Who do you thi you are?”

The words cracked through the hall like thunder. A suffocating pressure rolled off him, heavy and undeniable air felt tighter, harder to breathe.

For a moment, no one reacted. Even the triplets‘ expressions shifted drastically.

They hadn’t expected defiance. They certainly hadn’t expected this.

“I, Evan Norwood, stand upright in this world,” he continued, voice calm but cutting. “I repay kindness when given. I am grateful to the heavens, to the earth, and to my parents. But you are not my parents–and you’re fa from worthy of being called my family. I had thought three years might have humbled you. Instead, you’ve onl gotten worse.”

The Norwood family stood there, stunned and furious, as if frightened by the force of his words.

“Evan, you’re misunderstanding,” Darius stepped in quickly, smiling gently. “We truly want to help you. But y can’t expect help without offering something in return, can you?”

James, Josephine, and the others began recovering from their shock as well.

“No need to explain,” James muttered through clenched teeth. “I gave you one chance. You wasted it.”

Josephine dropped the pretense entirely, her voice turning cold. “You ungrateful brat! We invited you home out goodwill, gave you a chance to survive, and look at you–you don’t appreciate any of it!”

“Mom, Dad, forget it,” the triplets said sharply. “Inviting him here was a mistake.”

“You think I need you?” Evan’s voice lowered, colder than ever. “Who do you think you are? You’re better off worrying about yourselves instead of worrying about me now.”

Leaving them with that single, pointed warning, he rose to leave.

“Stop right there!” James‘ roar exploded across the hall.

The entire family’s expressions had shifted after Evan’s earlier words, and now the hostility poured out unhindered.

“What do you think this place is? You think you can come and go as you please?”

“That’s right! Once you’ve stepped inside, you don’t leave without our permission!”

The others surged forward, shouting in agreement.

Evan had already seen through them. “You don’t plan on letting me leave, do you?”

Under everyone’s gaze, Darius stepped forward again, still wearing that harmless smile. “Evan, sorry about this. Mr. Solomon will be in Silverton tomorrow anyway. You’ll fall into his hands sooner or later, so why not let us deliver you personally?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Think of it as doing us a favor. Winners control the board. Losers don’t get to

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complain. Everyone has value. Yours… is helping this family rise.”

The triplets stepped forward as well. They hadn’t agreed with Darius‘ plan at first, but if it benefited the family, they wouldn’t oppose it.

And with Evan already condemned in their minds, every shred of supposed evidence pointed at him. He couldn’t turn the tide. All he could do was take the fall.

The hall grew quiet again. They waited.

They expected rage. Desperation. A scene. After all, this wasn’t just dinner–it was a cage, but Evan didn’t explode.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t even look angry.

Instead, he gave a faint nod. “Fine,” he said calmly. “If you won’t let me leave, I’ll stay.”

It was perfect, really–he could deal with Cain and the Norwoods under one roof.

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