Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Badges of Power

“Mr. Norwood, this is Dragon’s Breath Command Badge!”

“Mr. Norwood, this is Ironclaw Vanguard’s badge!”

“Mr. Norwood, this is Black Fang Unit’s badge!”

Evan couldn’t accept them, but he had a feeling that turning them down would’ve been even worse.

“Take them,” Ivana said with a smile. “You’ll need them someday.”

Only then did Evan accept the badges. “Thank you… all of you.‘

The symbolic weight of those four command badges weighed down on him. These were the most formidable special forces in the military–units that could make an entire nation tremble. Who would dare lay a hand on him after this?

And he hadn’t even factored in the remaining three units. That was because he had saved the Iron Dragon meant he was a benefactor to all Seven Dragon Units. So, everyone wanted to offer him the best they had With that, the situation was resolved perfectly.

On the way back, Sylvie kept glancing strangely at Ivana. “Aunt Ivana… did you fall for Evan too?”

Ivana froze for half a second before her smile widened. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you seem to understand Evan really well. You even know what he’s thinking…”

She was clearly recalling how Ivana had stepped in earlier when the captains were about to fight over Evan.

“So what exactly did Evan do at your house today?” Sylvie wrinkled her pretty little nose, suspicion written all over her face.

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Ivana let out a melodic laugh and patted Sylvie’s head. “Don’t overthink it. I just appreciate him—appreciate, you understand?”

“Appreciating is fine, but you can’t start getting any ideas about him. You’re my aunt!” Sylvie said with complete seriousness.

After she dropped Evan and Sylvie off at the Nine Courts villa, she stood alone under the brilliant yet pitch–black night sky and murmured, “If I’d met Evan earlier, I might’ve fought you over him.” Her gaze was deep and complicated, filled with unspoken words.

Evan shut himself away for the past few days. His strength had grown at a frightening pace, but his progress in medicine and metaphysics was lagging. That was because those fields required patience, foundation, and experience.

All of which he simply hadn’t accumulated enough of just yet.

The life–saving drug Roxanne had fed him three years ago was a good example. He still couldn’t refine it himself. It had been crafted by a medical master from Imperia, and it was at least a premium grade.

Still, he believed nothing would remain beyond reach, and all he needed was time.

Hazel and the others still hadn’t contacted him. The one–month cooling period for the divorce was neither long

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nor short. For all he knew, they were waiting for him to go crawling back to apologize.

Unfortunately for them, he was no longer the man he once was—no longer “Evan Solberg.” His hollow marriage with Hazel had only one month left before it legally dissolved.

He was right on the money because they were indeed waiting for Evan to apologize. Alas, a crisis had befallen them a few days ago–Zeke ran out of blood supplies.

Several days had passed since Evan’s last transfusion, and Zeke had completely burned through the supply during that time.

“H–Hazel…… I… I feel awful…” Zeke looked pale as he choked out weakly. He sounded like someone who couldn‘ get enough air as he struggled to pull air into his lungs.

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