Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1087

Whenever they see food, they hoard it frantically. Whatever they can't finish, they hide in corners. It doesn't matter how much we feed them; the panic never stops. They've lost every trace of their former elegance.

My aunt is the worst. She actually attacks and bites people.

They spend all day cowering in corners, terrified of anyone who approaches.

When we try to get them to bathe, they viciously bite and scratch the staff. Now, none of the maids are willing to go near them.

We hired the top psychiatric specialists in the city, but nothing seems to be working."

Mira handed her a slice of watermelon. Celine took a bite and continued, her voice trembling. "My aunt's physical health is somewhat fine, aside from the psychological damage.

But Sienna... Sienna contracted an STD."

"What? Is it HIV?"

Mira's eyes widened in shock.

"No, thankfully. But she tested positive for syphilis."

"That's still incredibly serious,"

Eleanor noted grimly.

"You mentioned your aunt bites people. Are the injured staff members at risk of infection?"

"No, Sienna isn't the one biting. It's my aunt.

At first, Thomas was supportive. He tried his best to comfort them and arrange their medical care. But it only took a few days for him to completely snap. He washed his hands of them entirely and now he's demanding a divorce.

He claims that if this continues, they'll drag the entire family down with them.

Even though my aunt and Sienna are the victims, their company's stock is plummeting.

Their corporate rivals are spreading rumors that the family is entirely distracted by the psychiatric crisis and abandoning the business.

Investors are terrified. The ones who already hold shares are panic-selling at massive losses."

Celine stared blankly at the floor.

"Those corporate vultures are ruthless! But that's just how the business world operates—they'll kick you the second you stumble,"

Eleanor said indignantly.

"Where do Sienna's three brothers stand on this?"

Celine was trembling with rage.

In elite circles, a woman's dowry was a massive portfolio of wealth—not just real estate and cash, but substantial corporate equity.

"Is the divorce finalized?"

Mira asked.

"No, my dad is fiercely opposing it."

"If the affection is gone, go home and tell your father to let the divorce happen. Like Eleanor said, you can't force a broken marriage.

If Thomas grows desperate enough, your aunt and cousin might end up suffering 'accidents' to quietly solve his problem."

Mira wasn't trying to be an alarmist. Between her past life and her current one, she had witnessed the darkest depths of human greed.

"Since a divorce is inevitable, you need to ensure your aunt gets every single cent she is owed.

And let me be clear—do not factor the Stanford brothers into this equation,"

Mira instructed, her tone turning purely strategic.