Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 124

The nurse wheeled Quinn out just then.

Quinn sat in the wheelchair, looking as pale as a sheet. The moment she spotted Naomi, tears began to cascade

down her cheeks. "Mom..."

Naomi's heart felt like it was breaking as she pulled Quinn into a tight hug. "Quinn, you'll have more kids in the

future, sweetheart."

Quinn gave a faint smile. "Yes, there will be more. Please don't blClara; it was my fault for losing my footing.

She had nothing to do with it."

Seeing Quinn still standing up for Clara made Naomi's blood boil.

"Enough, stop defending her! You've let her get away with too much over the years, and now she's out of

control!"

Naomi held Quinn close. Her eyes were fixed on Clara with disdain. "Clara, | really think you have a mental

problem. We had plans to keep you at the Bradford estate, but look at the mess you've caused! I'm having you

sent to a psychiatric hospital to reflect on your actions!"

Clara glanced at Quinn, who stayed nestled in Naomi's embrace, a sly smile tugging at her lips. She had bribed

the doctors to fake a miscarriage, setting the stage for this moment. Now Clara was in deep trouble, and she

couldn't be more deserving of it!

With tears streaming even harder, she turned to Simon. "Simon, I'm sorry. | failed to protect our child."

Simon was in shock throughout the ordeal. The child had cso unexpectedly and was gone just as fast,

leaving him feeling numb. He held Quinn in his arms, listening to her sobs, his heart a tangled mess.

A dark thought crept in: if everyone in the city believed Clara was mentally unstable, she'd never make it into

the Ferguson family. Whether her thing with Dylan was real or not, the news would make sure she couldn't pass

his grandfather's scrutiny.

Just like before, he kept silent, resting a reassuring hand on Quinn's back, gently patting as if to comfort her.

If Clara didn't leave soon, the Bradford family guards would show up, and she'd be stuck. She quickly turned and

headed down the hallway.

Naomi was so furious she nearly fainted, immediately calling the Bradford family guards to have Clara caught.

Clara moved fast, but after leaving the hospital, she was at a loss for where to go.

Naomi knew where she lived, and the guards would definitely head there. It'd be like shooting fish in a barrel.

Going to Megan wasn't an option either; Megan was her only friend, and she didn't want to drag her into this

mess.

Clara parked her car on the outskirts, uncertain of where to hide from the Bradford family.

The rain poured down, making a racket against the car windows. She slowly drove off, but within a few hundred

meters, she got hit hard.

"Bang!"

She saw the people getting out of the other car and realized they were Bradford family guards. She quickly

abandoned the car, darting into the traffic.

The constant flow of cars was dangerous, leaving the guards helpless on the other side of the road, watching her

disappear into the distance.

Clara was soaked to the bone and flagged down a cab.

But when the driver asked, "Where to?" she hugged herself, suddenly unsure.

She pulled out her phone, a thought coming to her, and dialed Dylan's number. It seemed that ever since she

woke up, Megan and Dylan were the only ones who had extended any kindness.

Dylan didn't pick up; Aiden did.

"Ms. Clara, what do you need?" Aiden's voice was as cold as ice, his dislike for her crystal clear.

Everyone around Dylan was like that. They acted as if her presence would taint him.

She opened her mouth but couldn't find the words, eventually hanging up.

She ended up at Moonlight, a place with deep connections where no one dared cause trouble. But drenched as

she was, the bouncers wouldn't let her in.

As the standoff continued, she saw Dylan appear, surrounded by people. Even in a wheelchair, he

commanded attention. The moment she saw him, hope flickered in her eyes.

Dylan saw her too, said something to the people around him, and they quickly dispersed.

He maneuvered his wheelchair past her without stopping. The light in Clara's eyes dimmed, her heart in agony.

But she got it; with so many people around, Dylan was probably wary of being linked to her

She lowered her gaze, about to leave, when she heard him speak.

"Aren't you coming?"

She looked up, her eyes bright as she stared at his back.

Dylan had stopped, glancing back at her, "Don't you have nowhere else to go?"

So he had figured it out.

She awkwardly smiled. "Not only do | have nowhere to go, but people are trying to catch me. Mr. Dylan, could |

hide out at your place for a few days?"

Dylan didn't look at her and only gave a simple "Mm."

Clara quickly followed, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, | really don't know how to thank you enough."

She got into the car with him, eagerly closing the door.

Dylan's car was high-end, and she felt guilty about the state she was in. As she hesitated, a towel was handed to

her.

Clara had a fragile appearance. Yet beneath that fragility was a trace of resilience; she had never been one to

cling to others.

She casually dried her hair, letting out a sigh.

The car began to move, and through the window, she saw the guards who had

cfor her, questioning people outside Moonlight.

Her face paled as she instinctively leaned toward Dylan.

Dylan caught a faint scent from her, his gaze landing on the faint mark below her

collarbone. The mark remained, like a badge of honor.

And at that moment, she was like a stray puppy with nowhere to go, looking utterly pitiful.