too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian)

Lila clearly remembered that day. Her hands had been trembling with fear.

Her mind had been a chaotic mess-so chaotic that she couldn't think of anything except getting to Kieran. She hadn't cared about the danger. If he was in trouble, then she'd rather face it together. Even if it meant dying, she would die by his

side.

Because her mind was so scattered, when she received Megan's call and heard her begging her to come, it felt more like an order. Her brain couldn't process anything, and all she could do was act on instinct.

"Did you ever think that if you didn't make it in time, you might never get to see Uncle Kieran again?" Amelia asked.

Lila nodded. "I did."

"Then why did you..." she started, but stopped herself. It didn't feel right to keep pushing.

Kieran withdrew his hand and quietly left.

Lila chuckled. "If Kieran didn't make it, I'd follow him. I'd go to him, and I'd see my parents too."

That had been her only thought.

"I don't have anything holding me back, after all."

The air grew heavy with her words. Amelia wrapped her arms around Lila, hugging her tightly. "What are you talking about? What about us? What about the

rest of the Morgans? Don't we mean anything to you?"

Lila nodded and chuckled to ease the tension. "I know this might hurt your

feelings, but honestly, no one's more important than Kieran."

Amelia tickled her, genuinely happy for Lila. Who wouldn't wish for a love where both parties are equally invested?

"Alright, alright, you're both true love's fools!"

Lila laughed, eyes crinkling. "You're so childish, Ame!"

Amelia tugged at the blanket and wrapped herself up tightly. "It's late. Let's turn off the lights and sleep."noveldrama

Noticing she was serious about sleeping beside her in the hospital bed, Lila

sighed, turned off the light, and made more room for her.

The next day, the sun poured through the hospital windows as Lila and Amelja, sat side by side, watching the morning news. When the screen cut to a live broadcast of Faith, dignified in a wheelchair, formally assuming control of the Moore family, a wide smile spread across their faces.

Lila was discharged two days later, having fully recovered with no complications. as they left the hospital, Amelia glanced around and asked, "Weird. Why hasn't

Uncle Kieran been here with you the last few days?"

Lila, adjusting the bag on her

shoulder, responded, "He's probably swamped. Now that Ms. Moore's in charge, the partnership between Moore Group and Morgan Group is bound to expand. Or maybe be figured you were here and didn't want to get in the way."

Amelia nodded and fell silent.

With her memory back, Lila found herself in an unfamiliar, peaceful lull. The time she had planned to spend studying under Taylor had unexpectedly turned into a rare break.

Hence, when Amelia stormed into Vermilion Estate with a grin to drag her out the door, Lila didn't protest. "Pick anything you want my treat!"

Lila raised a brow at her friend's sudden generosity. "Did you win the lottery or something?"

"Not exactly, but I recently got my dividends from Joyce Group. The payout was insane, and honestly, if I don't spend it, I might explode."

The two strolled leisurely down the boutique-lined street until they bumped into a familiar face.

"Ms. Hart? Ms. Joyce? What a coincidence!"

No sooner had they walked into a

chic boutique than they encountered Xyla. Draped in an elegant, light-colored dress that flowed softly around her figure, she looked every bit the picture of grace-warm, refined, and disarmingly composed. The surprise on her face, however, seemed genuine, her smile touched with delight.

Both Lila and Amelia exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring mild

surprise. "Small world," Lila thought.

"What a coincidence," Amelia greeted Xyla.

Lila nodded at her. "It's been a while."

"This boutique belongs to my family. Feel free to pick anything you like. It's on

me," Xyla said as she approached them.

Lila glanced at Amelia before gently declining. "That's very kind of you, Ms. Zimmerman. But it's okay. We appreciate the offer, but we'd rather buy it ourselves."

"Don't worry about it. Actually, there is something I was hoping you could help me with." Xyla looked at them with sincerity in her eyes.