Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 132

Dr. Gribble had a rough night, tossing and turning till dawn. When he finally

dragged himself out of bed the next morning, dark shadows hung under his eyes, and he felt like he was in a fog even on his commute to the hospital.

Settling into his chair, he barely had a moment before Quinn stormed in. Her expression was as defiant as ever, glaring at him like he was dirt under her shoe.

"Didn't I already tell you to quit?" she snapped.

Dr. Gribble backed up a few steps, his lips quivering. "Miss Quinn, I was dragged into this mess against my will. Don't burn bridges. We live in a world of rules and laws."

A flicker of disgust passed through Quinn's eyes. She thought he talked way too much. “Dr. Gribble, you've got your money. It's too late to start with this now. You really don't want to cross me. Better do as I say, or else..."

The threat hung in the air, heavy and clear.

After she left, Dr. Gribble slumped in his chair, sweat dripping down his face. The fear of someone trying to run him over again that night gnawed at him. Would he get lucky twice? He couldn't die-not now. He had to survive!

that familiar

standing right at Quinn's hospital room door. When Quinn saw her, fury twisted her face.

Quinn's eyes turned red, her rage melting into a look of pitiful vulnerability. “Clara, I begged Mom not to send you to an asylum. Why are you here to taunt me? I've already lost

back and, sure enough, she spotted Naomi and Simon. Naomi rushed forward, ready

you always seem ready to slap me

shaking. "Clara, how dare you show

steady. "I didn't do it, and my conscience is clear.

conscience, huh? Do you know what folks are saying about you? They're

soon as Naomi spat out those words, a hundred-dollar bill was flung

Clara just smiled.

you'd remembered to use it on some protection back when you and

in disbelief, and then she fainted from sheer anger. The impact of Clara's words was so intense that people passing by were left speechless. Nurses rushed over to catch Naomi and

lashes and turned to leave. But Simon stepped in her path. "Is that how you talk to your

tears. "What else do you want, Simon? Seriously,