Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 914

"Right away, sir."

Geoffrey immediately carried out the order.

After hanging up, Owen grabbed the Iron Wolves and drove straight to the hospital.

He arrived just as the ambulance pulled into the emergency bay. The rest of the family—save for Luna, who was at school—had already gathered.

As the paramedics unloaded the stretcher, Lawrence clung to the rails, weeping and wailing like a lunatic. "Grandfather! Grandfather!"

Anyone watching would have thought him the picture of utter devotion.

Jocelyn was screaming just as theatrically. "Dad! Dad! What happened to you? Please, just open your eyes and look at me..."

A bystander would have assumed she was his biological daughter.

Richard Lance held Jocelyn back, wiping his own tears.

He glared at Owen as he approached. "You ungrateful bastard, look what you've done! You gave your grandfather a heart attack—"

Jocelyn doubled down. "Lawrence ran the company for three years without a hitch! You take over for barely six months, and this massive disaster happens! You've worried him to death!"

Owen had fully intended to ignore them, but watching them physically block the paramedics from doing their jobs was the final straw.

"Shut your mouths. What exactly are you trying to accomplish by obstructing his medical care? You all know damn well who's really responsible for the company crisis. You want the truth? Let the doctors treat him, and I'll spell it out for you."

The trio immediately went dead silent. Had he actually found hard evidence?

The old man was finally wheeled into the examination room. The three of them paced the hallway anxiously, putting on a great show of hoping for his recovery.

Well, they did want him to recover—not out of love, but because they desperately needed him as their shield to cover up their crimes.

Richard crept over to Owen. "What really happened?"

He looked up at his eldest son. Standing a half-head taller, with a sharp jawline and wearing a sleek black jacket, Owen radiated a severe, calculating presence.

Richard lost his temper, his voice booming down the corridor.

But Owen was unfazed. "What, feeling guilty?"

"I told you, I had nothing to do with it."

Truthfully, Owen believed him. His father was a scumbag, but he was inherently a coward. Any high-profile, violent crimes were almost certainly the handiwork of the other three.

Owen had just been testing the waters to see if Richard was in on the loop.

The result wasn't pretty. Richard clearly knew something.

"Then it must have been your son. Or your wife. Or your daughter. There's nobody else."

Owen stared at his own hand, casually flicking imaginary ash.

"You... you stop spouting nonsense! He's your brother! How can you frame him like this?"