Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1142

"Then I guess I have nothing to say."

Sebastian muttered helplessly, lowering his head to hide the fresh tears welling in his eyes. He wasn't even fifty yet, but his posture had already lost its former upright pride.

To be stripped of his power in his forties by his own mother and replaced by his son? It was the ultimate slap in the face. He would never be able to hold his head high in social circles again.

Yet, his mother had done it anyway.

Was he really that incompetent? He might not be a brilliant corporate titan, but he had kept the company running smoothly and maintained solid profits.

It was just that there were certain expenses he simply couldn't avoid. All he wanted was peace and harmony within his family. Was that really such a crime?

Eleanor sensed her son's profound despair, but this was a matter of principle. She could not waver.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless, Sebastian. This company is the blood, sweat, and tears of your father and me.

It hasn't even been that many years since I stepped back, and you've already squandered numerous assets and recklessly misappropriated funds. And now you wanted to drain even more capital to bail out Lawrence?

You are too easily swayed, and married to a woman who breeds nothing but chaos. You were never destined for greatness.

We are in turbulent times right now. If the Quinn Group stays in your hands, you will inevitably drive it into the ground.

Handing it to Miles is a far safer bet. He has a good heart, and he is your own son—he won't leave you destitute.

I expect you to use your free time to guide him, not sabotage him."

Sebastian finally nodded in defeat. "Alright, Mom. I'll cooperate and hand the Chairman's seat over to Miles. But what about Seraphina..."

"Do exactly as Miles suggested. She's pregnant and will receive a medical parole soon enough. There is absolutely no need to waste money on bail.

As for the child, it would be best if she chose to terminate the pregnancy so she can return to her studies. If she refuses and insists on remaining Lawrence's wife, then the Quinn family will simply no longer have a daughter."

"Mom..."

Eleanor shifted her focus to Miles. "Do exactly as I said."

The storm had finally passed, and the family of three took their leave. Mira and Master Ellis immediately rushed over to check on Eleanor's vitals.

Left with no other option, Mira asked Ellis to personally escort Eleanor tomorrow.

Not only could he act as a formidable bodyguard, but if any medical issues cropped up, he would be right there to stabilize her immediately.

Early the next morning, after a quick breakfast, Ellis and Eleanor departed for the corporate headquarters.

Since they finally had some free time today, Mira and Owen planned to go visit Leonard Lance.

Even though the old man had been far too biased in his handling of family affairs, effectively shielding Jocelyn in the past, he had still meticulously raised Owen.

Owen had been only five years old when his mother passed away. If it hadn't been for Leonard Lance's fiercely protective care, a helpless toddler like Owen would have been murdered by Jocelyn long ago—especially with Richard being such an incompetent, philandering father.

Furthermore, the old man had never cut corners when it came to Owen's education.

Whether it was academics, executive management, or martial arts—if there was a skill Owen needed or wanted to learn, Leonard hired the absolute best instructors money could buy.

If it weren't for the elite education Leonard had orchestrated, Owen would never have become the extraordinary powerhouse he was today.