Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 908

"Where exactly are you going?"

Leonard suddenly asked, the question catching Owen slightly off guard.

"To my fiancée's house, obviously."

"You have your own estates. Why do you constantly run to that woman's house?"

Was he planning to completely abandon his own family for hers?

"Her home actually has warmth. Does ours?"

"And when you two have children, whose last name will they take? Lance or Mercer?"

Owen pretended to think about it for a second. "Honestly, either is fine. Neither of our families can stand us anyway. Maybe they'll just take my mother's maiden name."

"You—you are trying to put me in an early grave!

I'm an old man. How can you just abandon me like this?"

"Don't you have a perfect son, a wonderful daughter-in-law, and two precious grandchildren? You certainly don't need me taking care of you."

Owen packed his files into his briefcase, but just as he turned to walk away, he paused and glanced back.

"I wouldn't mind taking care of you, on one condition. You never see them, and you never mention their names again."

Owen paused, considering his next move.

"Tell you what. I'll book you a first-class flight right now. Go take a long vacation overseas. By the time you land back here, everything will be resolved."

"I'm not going anywhere. I refuse to leave."

Leonard said, his jaw locked in defiance.

Resolved? If things went exactly the way Owen wanted, Leonard knew he'd be flying back to plan Lawrence's funeral.

Or worse, his ashes would already be buried.

The old man was painfully aware that this wasn't the first, or even the second time Lawrence had dabbled in lethal crimes.

"What, are you planning to micromanage their toxic lives forever?"

"I can't protect them forever, but as the eldest in your generation, shouldn't you be looking out for them?"

Leonard stubbornly clung to the delusion that he could still sway Owen's mind.

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