Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 882

The next day, when Mira met up with Celine and the others, Sienna was thankfully absent.

"Where are we heading today? Checking out local historical landmarks, or hitting up the botanical gardens?"

"Those are all close by; we can go anytime.

Mira, I really want to visit your campus and see the clubs."

Clearly, Celine was obsessed with Aethelgard University.

"Alright, let's head to your school. I'd love to drop by your drama club."

Liora chimed in, dragging out her words playfully.

"So, shall we grab lunch at the Solflare Grand Hotel?"

As the host, Mira wanted to make sure her friends were on board.

"No need."

Celine immediately vetoed the idea.

"There's a Solflare branch everywhere, and it's not like we haven't eaten there before. Let's just have lunch in your cafeteria again.

Without that troublemaker around today, we can really relax and take our time."

"Exactly. And we'll make Harvey Rivers pay for it. He totally bailed on us yesterday."

Liora said, her eyes flashing with a mischievous calculation.

Mira clearly noticed Celine's eyes brighten at the mention of the name. Was she actually interested in Harvey? If so, she would support her friend, though she knew better than to pry into romantic matters.

"Harvey didn't dine and dash yesterday. He transferred the money over, I just didn't accept it."

Mira clarified on his behalf.

"Well, he didn't end up paying, so he owes us a meal today."

...

Meanwhile, Owen was at the Lance Estate, rushing the remaining occupants to pack up and leave.

Entering with the Iron Wolves, he demanded, "What's the holdup? You promised to be gone by today. Don't make me look down on you even more."

"We're moving, we're moving."

Jocelyn Lance sobbed, wiping her tears.

"You rebellious bastard, your mother's death in that car crash was a pure accident."

Owen glared at him. "An accident? She was driving a brand-new Ferrari, still in its break-in period, without a single prior mechanical issue.

How did the brakes miraculously fail at the exact worst moment?"

The more he spoke, the more his fury surged.

The safety features on that vehicle were top-tier. Even crashing into a solid boulder shouldn't have been fatal.

The brakes failing on that specific stretch of treacherous mountain road? Nobody would buy that.

The car had flipped multiple times before plunging to the bottom of the slope.

Owen had only been five years old at the time. In that split second, his mother had used her own body to shield him in the passenger seat.

She sustained massive, fatal trauma to her head and torso from the brutal impact.

When he grew older and dug into the case files, he discovered that many crucial details had been covered up by his own grandfather. An accident? Absolutely impossible.

But given his grandfather's character, there was no way he would orchestrate the murder of his own daughter-in-law, especially with his biological grandson in the car.