Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 109

Whenever Clara was around, she was automatically in the wrong. Just then, Simon walked in, sensing the charged atmosphere in the room. He quickly stepped forward to scoop Quinn into his arms.

"Clara, what's going on?" he asked, concerned. He'd been worried Clara was losing interest in him, but now she's confronting Quinn and almost went after their kid. It's clear she was blinded by jealousy. Oddly enough, Simon felt a bit relieved.

"No matter how upset you are, you can't take it out on our child," he added.

Clara just stood there, looking at the family and feeling like she was speaking a different language. She hadn't even said a word, and already they made her out to be the villain.

As she turned to leave, Naomi shouted, "Where are the guards?! Grab her. Ryan's right; she might be having a breakdown. Better lock her up!"

Ryan was caught off guard and quickly tried to backpedal. "Mom, I was just kidding." The more he talked, the quieter he got, until he ended up staring at his shoes.

Clara was taken by a few guards to the punishment room—a special place the Bradfords had set up for dealing with troublesome staff.

The room was bare, just a low bench too short to reach the window, and a door. Clara sat on the bench, surprisingly calm. Night fell, and she heard footsteps outside.

She called out hesitantly, "Ryan?"

felt uneasy, knowing Clara ended up here because of something he said. Everyone else was out for dinner. He faked being sick to stay behind

a few times before and even sided with a stranger, which left him feeling hurt. Now, he heard her call his name and just stayed

the rest of the

can tell it's you. You're the nicest to me

to seem too easy to win over. He huffed, crossing his arms "Clara, you know I'm the nicest to you, and yet you slapped me.

him

giving him odd

since that

they'd

guy's pride is everything!

didn't want you to go down

I care,"

it over

temples. The rest of the Bradfords were sharp, so how

even more

you