Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 907

"Shut your mouth! We just had a fatal accident. As the Vice President, are you honestly claiming zero responsibility?

Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if you were the one who ordered the sabotage."

"You! That's absolute slander, and you know it. I'm not going to stand here and be your punching bag."

Lawrence immediately turned on his heel, eager to make a quick exit.

"Running away? Feeling a bit guilty, are we?"

"You—"

Lawrence froze, suddenly caught between fleeing and staying to defend himself.

In truth, Owen's explosive accusation wasn't just blind rage—it was a calculated trap. He was entirely convinced that Lawrence was the mastermind behind the bloodshed.

The smarter board members silently backed away, refusing to get caught in the crossfire.

Since the reins of the Lance Group had been handed over to Owen, his position as CEO was locked in for the duration of his contract, barring an apocalyptic failure.

Once the room had cleared out, Leonard Lance finally stepped forward, his tone cautious. "Do you have any idea what actually caused the accident?"

His grandfather had remained completely silent throughout the chaotic shouting match, coldly observing every facial expression in the room to piece together the truth.

He needed to mitigate any further damage.

"I do."

Owen replied flatly.

"And what's your assessment?"

"It all traces back to your precious grandson, Lawrence."

Owen didn't mince his words.

Even though he didn't have a smoking gun yet, his absolute certainty left no room for doubt.

"You... why do you constantly assume the worst about him?"

Though Leonard's words were a reprimand, his voice trembled. The situation was spiraling exactly toward his worst nightmare.

"You'll find out if I'm just 'assuming the worst' by the day after tomorrow. No, you'll probably know the truth by tomorrow."

"If the truth comes out... how do you plan to handle it?"

Leonard stared at his oldest grandson, a flicker of desperate, unspoken pleading in his eyes.

"It was you. You cleaned up his messes, time and time again, until he believed he was untouchable.

If you hadn't been shielding him, do you think he'd dare pull something like this? His very first stunt should have been his last."

Leonard fell into a heavy silence before whispering, "He is family. We can't just stand by and watch him be destroyed."

"He destroyed himself.

Is his life the only one that matters? Do those workers' lives mean absolutely nothing? Were they just target practice to you?

They were fathers and sons, working themselves to the bone to feed their families."

"We can write them a larger compensation check."

"I'll pay them, of course. But millions of dollars won't bring their husbands back to life."

Owen cast a look of sheer disgust at his grandfather.

"That's enough. You've officially retired from the board, so stop trying to pull the strings. I'll handle the fallout from here.

We're done for the day. Go get some rest, I'm heading home."

Owen said to his grandfather.