Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1157

Outside the car, Jocelyn wailed at the top of her lungs, "Lawrence is your own flesh and blood! You shouldn't do this to him! Since you claim I was the one who caused your mother's death, fine, I'll admit to it!

But Lawrence is innocent! As long as you can get him out, I will kill myself right here and now to atone for your mother's death!

I swear it! The second Lawrence walks out of that prison, I'll bash my own head in!"

"These two lunatics really do love their youngest son,"

Jax Weaver remarked from the back seat.

"Of course. Lawrence is Jocelyn's biological child. Plus, they finally realize how dire the situation is. They know he's staring down the death penalty,"

Mira replied.

"Should we get out and drag them away?"

Silas Vane asked.

The main issue was that they were blocking the front tires, making it impossible to drive off without running them over.

Mira shook her head. "No need. We'll do this by the book. The police will be here any minute."

The couple's bloody, desperate display was actually working. A few people in the crowd were starting to waver.

Sure enough, some busybodies began tapping on the car windows. "Mr. Lance! Mr. Lance, maybe you should just step out and talk some sense into them?"

"Sigh, they're just doing this for their child. You have to pity a parent's desperate heart."

"Whatever happened in the past is in the past! It shouldn't ruin the bond between brothers in the next generation.

Why don't you just pull some strings with the police? Spend a little money and see if you can get your brother out?"

The onlookers had no real understanding of the law. To many of them, everything could be fixed with enough cash and influence.

"Mr. Lance, you're a billionaire! What's the harm in helping them out a little?"

someone urged, laying the moral guilt on thick as they took in the pitiful sight of Richard and Jocelyn bleeding on the pavement.

There might not have been a smoking gun yet, but the mountain of circumstantial evidence was undeniable. He couldn't legally avenge his mother right this second, but suffocating them under a tidal wave of public outrage was a damn good start.

"Just watch. Their comfortable little lives are officially over."

"So you're planning to drop all the circumstantial evidence at once?"

"Exactly."

Back at the house, Eleanor Quinn had already prepared a fresh pot of herbal tea for them.

The crystal-clear glass pitcher sat on the entryway table. The vibrant green leaves mingled with delicate honeysuckle blossoms, accented by bright red berries. It was a beautiful, comforting sight.

That simple touch of home instantly washed away the dark mood the couple had brought back with them.

Eleanor's face lit up the moment she saw them. "Drink up! You two must be parched. It's dreadfully hot out there."

Rachel, who was watching TV in the living room, smiled affectionately. "Whenever she makes her special tea, Eleanor refuses any help. She insists on doing it all herself."