Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 863

Leonard let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. However much that villa is worth, I'll pay you the equivalent in cash.”

“Cash? Do I look like I need your money?

“I don't want a payout. I want the house. Tell them to pack their bags immediately. If they drag their feet, I will publicly sue him for illegal occupation of private property.”

Leonard was completely speechless. It's all my idiot son's fault. He really didn't want to get involved in this mess, but if he let Owen confront Richard directly, the two of them would tear each other apart.

My son is a waking curse, Leonard lamented. Grace Valerius had been such a wonderful woman—capable, devoted to the family—and it had all ended in tragedy...

“Fine. I'll speak to him,” he conceded wearily.

The old man sounded utterly defeated.

Seeing him caught between his son and his grandson, Owen suddenly felt a flicker of pity for the old man. “Grandfather, you don't have to put yourself in the middle of this. I'll handle him myself.”

“Absolutely not. I will handle it.”

Suit yourself, Owen thought. If you want to keep coddling that piece of trash, that's your problem.

With their business concluded, Owen was just about to leave when the estate butler approached Leonard. “Sir, your son and his wife have arrived.”

Leonard scowled. “What do they want?”

He cast a quick, nervous glance at Owen before waving the butler off. “Tell them I'm not feeling well and won't be seeing any guests.”

“Sir, I already told them you were unavailable, but they insisted on forcing their way in.”

“Then let them in.”

Leonard spat, infuriated.

He was actively trying to prevent a collision between father and son, yet the fools were practically throwing themselves into the line of fire.

“Leonard, how could you be so cruel as to strip Lawrence of his position? He's your own grandson!”

Lilian's shrill, theatrical weeping echoed through the hall before she even stepped into the room.

“Stop that obnoxious crying! I'm not dead yet, so stop wailing like you're at a funeral!”

Leonard hurled his teacup, shattering it against the floor in a fit of rage.

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