Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23 Ignored Efforts

Everything happened in a flash Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya did not even have time to react before it was all over.

Zeke was sent flying away.

Silence fell.

Even the air was still.

It was not just Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya who were shocked. Evan himself was surprised as well.

He had only punched on instinct, yet it was so strong.

It seemed the Ninefold Arcane Arts had truly transformed him.

“Zeke!”

The three heiresses’ shrill screeches snapped Evan back to reality.

He watched as the women ran over to Zeke like they had gone mad. Their faces were pale white.

Despite how strong the punch was, Zeke had not fainted at all.

Still, there was bright red blood dripping down the corners of his mouth.

“Evan, had you gone mad?”

“What did you do? Why did you hit him?”

The three women began shouting at Evan.

Their gazes were no longer filled with anger. Instead, they were glowing with pure madness.

In their eyes, Evan had gone mad with jealousy. Hence, he lashed out in the only way he could.

However, Zeke was a man they cherished so greatly that they were even scared of accidentally hurting him themselves. What right did Evan have to hit Zeke?

Zeke spat out a mouthful of saliva and blood, along with several teeth.

The look he gave Evan was deadly cold. However, he spoke as though he were a fragile doll about to crack. “Hazel, Roxanne, Anya, don’t blame him. I deserved it. After all, he suffered so much because of me…”

He then turned back to Evan and closed his eyes. “Evan, if hitting me makes you feel better, go ahead. I’ll take all your punches…

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“No!”

The three heiresses screeched from the bottom of their hearts. They sounded like birds being plucked alive.

In unison, they stood before Zeke, protecting him while glaring at Evan as though Evan had killed their fathers.

Zeke let out a cunning smirk from behind, as if to say that the three women would always defend him, no matter what Evan tried.

‘Go ahead. The more you hit me, the greater their hate for you. Then, they won’t even care if you die,’ his smirk seemed to say.

As Zeke’s smirk and mocking gaze deepened, Evan’s fist tightened in response.

Just as Evan was about to speak up, Hazel screamed at him, saying, “Evan, I was the one who ordered you to do all that! I made you donate blood to Zeke! Come at me if you’re mad. Don’t trouble him. He’s still sick.”

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He had never seen Hazel get this mad for a man before.

The smile on his face grew even bitter and sad. Still sick? Hah! Ms. Solberg, have you forgotten that I was also sick?

“How much blood did you force me to donate then?”

His eyes glowed with a murderous glint upon recalling that.

Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya looked away in response, their anger slightly cooled. They felt guilty, after all. In fact, this was the one time they felt they had wronged Evan.

Still, Anya shot back, saying, “Just how many times did you donate? Did you even donate ten times? Still, you complain and

moan.”

“That’s right! We didn’t ask you to donate much other than the last time. We gave you time to rest and even bought you the best food to ease your recovery!”

To Roxanne’s knowledge, he had not donated that many times.

Even Hazel spoke with a callous tone in her voice. “You were short of the hundred count I asked for by a lot. Zeke showed me the records. You only donated nine times!”

Hazel’s response had Evan chuckling in fury.

Only nine times?

He had donated a hundred times!

Even if Zeke had shredded the donation records, even if the three women did not care for him…

Did they not realize just how many times he had donated?

Were they not smart women?

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