Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Praise for Evan, Fury for Hazel

“Evan, you’re here! Come in, come in! Everyone’s been waiting for you!” Cynthia remained just as warm as ever She still had an apron on and a spatula in one hand as she ushered Evan enthusiastically into the house.

“Mrs. Solberg.” Evan handed over the gift box he had brought.

Cynthia smiled. “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”

“It’s some medicinal supplements. You haven’t been in the best shape recently, so I refined these specifically for you.”

Cynthia had once been the pampered daughter of a powerful family in another state, but she severed ties with them to marry Stefan. Many had mocked her for her decision, convinced she would suffer endlessly after marrying far from home.

However, she and Stefan had carved out a life together through sheer grit. She had pushed her body past its limits by doing so. As a result, her health wasn’t exactly the best.

Thus, she’d be plagued with headaches whenever her emotions ran high. When it got bad, she would even cough up blood or pass out.

These supplements were something Evan had refined precisely to target her condition.

While he still couldn’t make the life-saving drug he owed Roxanne, Cynthia’s milder issues were manageable. Since no one caught him saying “refined,” everyone simply assumed he had bought the supplements.

“Thank you, Evan.” Cynthia’s gaze softened with almost a maternal-like affection when she heard that Evan had bought them just for her. “Come sit for a bit. Dinner will be ready soon. I even made your favorite—braised ribs.”

The Solberg relatives nodded approvingly.

“Evan’s such a capable, polite young man. Our family really struck gold with him.”

“You can say that again. I knew he was special the moment he joined Stefan’s family.”

“Hazel’s lucky to be his wife.”

Everyone praised Evan while only Hazel wore an icy expression. She thought he was just putting on a show.

“What are you standing there for? Pour Evan a glass of water,” Cynthia suddenly snapped at her.

The better Evan behaved, the more it stung her and Stefan. ‘Evan’s such a good kid. Alas, he has nothing to do with our family anymore, and it’s all because of Hazel!’

Hazel begrudgingly went to pour Evan some water. In her opinion, it was highly improper for her, an heiress, to pour Evan water. However, she’d swallow the indignity for Zeke’s sake.

Alas, Evan refused lightly as he remarked in what seemed like a jest, “It’s fine. A trivial thing like that is hardly something Ms. Solberg should do herself.”

Hazel’s wrist jerked, nearly sending the cup crashing to the floor. She knew what he was implying. He didn’t want to drink anything she poured. Counting the jab he made at the entrance, this was the second time he had stabbed at her pride that night.

She had noticed the odd distance in his eyes, making her feel as if there was a thick wall between them. Her anger shot up like a flame. ‘How dare you give me an attitude, Evan Solberg? Fine, you’ll regret this.’

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She had made up her mind. She would swallow her pride for now. Nevertheless, he was in for it once he’d donated his blood. She was going to make him pay.

What she didn’t realize was that Evan wasn’t playing mind games. He was a simple man with simple thoughts. “He just figured that there was no reason to drag this out now that they had cut ties. So, he didn’t want to drink a glass of water from her.

To him, Hazel was nothing more than a stranger.

“Mrs. Solberg, why don’t I help you?”

Evan headed into the kitchen to assist Cynthia rather than continue sitting in the living room. Cynthia couldn’t help but sigh at his actions. “You’re really such a thoughtful boy.”

Once everyone sat down, the family dinner officially began.

Cynthia deliberately arranged for Evan and Hazel to sit next to each other, shooting Hazel constant looks as she silently urged her to serve him food.

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