Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 413

Mr. and Mrs. Bennett were pragmatic enough to step back and let their son handle his own affairs. The final call was entirely Xavier's.

But Xavier's stony silence was making Roxanne's stomach twist in knots.

The moment the news had broken that morning, she had deployed her PR team to scrub the forums and unleash paid shills to flood the narrative in her favor.

But the posts hadn't stopped. Every hour on the hour, a new photo dropped.

By the third release, she realized she was dealing with a ruthless enemy intent on destroying her.

What terrified her most was that this person had perfectly cataloged her entire time overseas. If she ever found out who was pulling the strings, she swore she would destroy them.

But right now, survival was her only priority.

After leaving the PR mess to her father, she had rushed straight to the Bennett estate for damage control.

She knew Xavier could verify the photos instantly, so she neither confirmed nor denied them. She simply leaned into the narrative that someone was actively framing her.

It wasn't an explanation; it was an emotional hostage situation designed to weaponize their pity.

"Regardless of whether it's true, considering what we've meant to each other, I'll have people handle the fallout and minimize the damage," Xavier finally said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "As for us... I think we need some space. Given the situation, I'm sure you have a lot to manage on your end. You should head home. I'll have my driver take you."

Roxanne swallowed her protests. She knew that pushing a man like him in this moment would only breed resentment.

The smart play was to act obedient and completely devoted, focusing her energy on clearing her name so this nightmare could end.

"Xavier, you can't just abandon her," Evelyn pleaded, her eyes filled with tears. She had finally found a granddaughter-in-law she adored, and she refused to let her go.

"Mom, let the kids handle their own relationship," Catherine Bennett said gently, emerging from the other room where she had been consoling Liora. She grabbed her mother-in-law's arm.

No matter how charming Roxanne was, this scandal made her utterly unworthy of Xavier.

Roxanne never believed in starving herself.

She needed fuel. If she collapsed now, her enemies would win.

Mrs. Porter personally brought her a bowl of comforting chicken soup, fresh vegetables, and a plate of warm rolls.

"Eat up. Once you're done, I'll buy a million paid shills. We'll flood the forums, delete their posts, and bury them in hate."

"Mom, it's useless," Roxanne sighed. "Dad's PR team is already doing all of that."

"Then what are we supposed to do? Damn it, if I ever find out who is doing this to my daughter, I'll tear them apart!" Mrs. Porter snarled, her voice dripping with venom.

Her brilliant, flawless daughter didn't deserve to be trampled like this.