Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 812

Hearing his assistant's advice, Lawrence finally snapped out of his daze. Wasn't saving this marriage the entire reason he had come here?

If things completely fell apart, it wouldn't just be his grandfather tearing him a new one; he would also lose a massive political advantage. If he messed this up and the old man brought Owen back to take charge, he was finished.

The two men immediately rushed forward to assist, only to be violently shoved away by Gwen. "Keep your hands off my daughter!"

The ambulance sped off. Lawrence and Zachary quickly piled into their own car and tailed them to the hospital.

"Do you think they're really going to call off the engagement?"

On the way, Lawrence asked Zachary.

"Hard to say. I'd advise you to act extremely sincere once we get to the hospital. Apologize to her parents properly and sweet-talk them.

Honestly, Boss, why did you have to do that right in front of her?"

"Who did it in front of her? She showed up at my office unannounced and barged right through the door."

Remembering how Gwen had shrieked that he had 'died in a woman's bed', a fresh wave of fury washed over him.

"If they weren't useful to me, I'd never bow down to those people."

...

After the incident at the Quinn household, Sebastian reported everything to Eleanor. The next day after school, the old woman relayed the entire saga to Mira.

"Eleanor, just leave them be.

You couldn't stop them when they got engaged, so whatever happens now is just them reaping what they sowed.

Everyone has to take responsibility for their own actions. No one can do it for them."

"I know, Mira. I'm old. Even if I try to intervene, they won't listen. It's time to let go, regardless of what happens to them.

Sigh. They have their own karma to bear, and no one can shoulder it for them."

"What about Sera's baby? Did they keep it or terminate it?"

As for Sebastian, he married someone incredibly narrow-minded, and he's far too spineless. Over the past few years, with me keeping a firm grip on things, the family was relatively stable. But now that I'm old and stepping back, everything has fallen into total chaos.

Sigh. Who knows if Miles will ever amount to anything?"

After speaking for a while, Eleanor closed her eyes, catching her breath.

Mira didn't interrupt. She simply stood up, brewed two cups of tea, asked Rachel to slice a plate of oranges, and sat back down to listen.

Eleanor took a few sips of the hot tea, ate two slices of orange from Mira's hand, and continued.

"The fifteen percent of shares I still hold were originally meant to be divided among my grandchildren. But looking at things now, giving it to them would just be throwing it away.

I'm leaving all these shares to you, Mira..."

"No need, Eleanor. Give it to them. You know how good I am at making money."

It would also save her from having to listen to the vicious gossip of Eleanor's daughters-in-law and grandchildren later.