Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 938

Owen didn't push the issue, knowing full well he lacked the concrete evidence needed to put Jocelyn behind bars.

His accusation was based on a trail of breadcrumbs he had uncovered over the years.

By the time he had grown powerful enough to investigate, more than a decade had passed since the fatal car crash. Even if he found definitive proof, the statute of limitations had long expired.

Some truths were simply burdens he had to carry in silence.

"Do you have any idea how much this will ruin your brother's future?"

Richard continued to pressure Owen.

"Ruin his future? It's not like it killed him."

Owen replied with cold indifference.

"Those workers, however, actually lost their lives."

"How can you compare the lives of some laborers to your own brother? Is this how you treat your flesh and blood?"

Richard glared furiously, looking as though he wanted to strike Owen, though he lacked the physical dominance to do so.

"Oh, my poor Lawrence!"

Jocelyn wailed in the background, acting as though Owen were personally strangling her son.

"How is it any different? All lives are equal. Were those men not sons to their own parents?"

Though Owen spoke quietly, the sheer authority in his words earned him looks of deep respect from the staff in the office.

Conversely, they shot Richard and Jocelyn glances of pure disgust.

"You... you... if I had known you'd be like this, I never would have let you return to the Lance Group!"

"I returned because Grandpa asked me to. It had absolutely nothing to do with you.

As far as I'm aware, you've never contributed a single thing to this corporation. You've only ever drained its resources.

The Lance Group does not belong to you."

Owen leveled a glacial stare at Richard. "When Lawrence ordered someone to flip that switch, did he not know those men would be electrocuted?

"Mr. Lance, by throwing Lawrence to the wolves, have you considered the company's bottom line? Our stock is going to plummet into the abyss!"

One of the shareholders protested.

"You have it completely wrong. The police arrested Lawrence; I didn't send him to prison. He murdered innocent men and broke federal law. None of this has anything to do with me.

As for uncovering the truth, I merely fulfilled my duties as the CEO.

Regarding the plummeting stock you mentioned, my hands are tied. He chose to commit a felony. It's not like I orchestrated it.

On the contrary, I'm the one salvaging the company's reputation and cushioning the financial blow."

The shareholders cared only about their portfolios and market caps, terrified of watching their wealth evaporate.

"But the moment Lawrence was locked up, the stock tanked again!"

Another shareholder yelled.

"It's called ripping the band-aid off. We take a short-term loss now to secure a long-term surge in growth.