Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 52

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Chapter 52 A Family Dinner That Shouldn’t Be

However, no one answered the phone when Hazel called.

When one call didn’t go through, she tried a second. Yet, she still received no answer.

After a dozen or so attempts, she found that she’d been blocked.

The busy tone on the other end stumped her. Never in a million years would she have imagined that Evan would dare to block her number. It felt like thunder crashing straight down from a clear sky.

“Evan Solberg, how dare you block me?!” Hazel slammed her phone onto the passenger seat, shaking with anger. It took her a long while before she calmed down.

‘Of course. Evan must’ve seen me calling and thought I was giving in. People are all the same. They start pushing a mile when the other party gives an inch.’

“I’d never call you if I didn’t need to trick you into donating blood for Zeke! How dare you!” Hazel gritted her teeth, her anger rising all over again.

Alas, Hazel completely misjudged him.

Sylvie, who was lounging on a couch in Villa No. 1 of Nine Courts, was dressed in a thin cami nightdress. She was also fiddling with a phone. More specifically, Evan’s phone.

He had gone into training early that morning and left his phone outside. So, he hadn’t heard Hazel’s calls at all. It had been Sylvie who’d had to face the incessant ringing.

She was the one who’d been declining the call when she saw Hazel’s name flashing on the screen over and over again. Eventually, she got annoyed and simply added Hazel to the blacklist.

“There. Try calling him now.” Sylvie snickered at the blessed silence.

Then, inspiration struck as she opened Evan’s contacts and deleted Hazel’s, Roxanne’s, and Anya’s contacts one after another. She did all that before changing her own contact name to “Wife.” Only then did she put the phone back where she’d found it, satisfied.

At that exact moment, Hazel was sending Evan a long message. She hit send-only to receive a red exclamation

mark.

Hazel froze again, her breathing coming in furious pants. ‘He blocked me again?!’

“Evan Norwood! You bastard!” Hazel pounded the steering wheel. She was so furious that she even resorted to calling him by his birth name.

After she finally calmed down, she had no choice but to call her father. “Dad, can you give Evan a call for me?”

Stefan and Cynthia both paused. “Why call him?”

Hazel bit her lip. “Mom, Dad… we haven’t had a proper family dinner in a long time. I want to organize one- invite all our relatives. Evan can come too…”

Her idea was simple: use a family gathering to mend things with Evan. With so many relatives around, the atmosphere would feel formal. And she knew exactly what Evan had wanted all these years-recognition.

Publicly acknowledging him as her husband in front of everyone would give him the respect he’d always craved. That much, she believed, would soften him.

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“What nonsense are you talking about?!”

Hazel expected her parents to be delighted. Instead, their reaction was sharp anger.

‘A family dinner? When the boy’s left us?!’

Hazel stared, puzzled, “Dad, didn’t you always want me to treat Evan better? I’m trying now. Why are you angry?”

But how could they not be mad? They would’ve supported her if it were in the past. But Evan had already officially severed ties with them, which meant he was no longer part of their family.

To organize a family dinner now would just be a surefire way to make themselves a laughingstock in front of their relatives.

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