Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 133

She clutched her stomach, beads of cold sweat trickling down her cheeks as she bit her lip hard. After saying that, she acted like she was about to faint.

Simon instinctively reached out to steady her. "Quinn..."

Quinn nestled into his embrace, tears streaming down her face. "Simon, losing the baby was painful enough. I can't handle seeing my sister right now."

She shut her eyes, looking utterly shattered. Clara stood nearby, watching the whole scene unfold, and couldn't help but admire Quinn's performance. No wonder she had everyone wrapped around her finger for so long.

But Clara wasn't one to back down easily. She turned to Simon. "Simon, just send me to an asylum. It's always the same whenever she puts on that innocent face, everyone believes her. I'm exhausted."

Her lashes lowered, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. "But I had nothing to do with the baby. You all convicted me without even checking the facts. I've got nothing left to say."

Simon opened his mouth, holding Quinn close, but his gaze lingered on Clara, unsure of what to do next. He stayed silent, and Quinn grew anxious because Clara had just nailed the truth.

"Simon, help me inside. I need to rest," Quinn pleaded.

Simon didn't move; his eyes were still fixed on Clara. Quinn's eyes blazed with resentment, her teeth nearly grinding to dust. She bit her tongue until it bled, coughed a couple of times, and showed Simon the blood in her palm.

quickly helped her back to the hospital room. "Quinn, are

Clara to an asylum. Weren't we going to marry her off to Nate? Just send her to Nate's place, and let him keep an eye on her. At least until we

picture, Clara was sure to

the victim to gain the upper hand. "Simon,

would stay, but he stood

was left speechless, watching him walk away. Simon closed the door behind him as he left the

softened something in him. Clara saw him come out and managed a smile. "Are you planning to send me to

that really what you

in the asylum.

which is why I'm willing

"You!"

when her eyes welled up with tears. "Remember the North Ashford Farm

was a sore spot for him, and his complicated

were just a stranger and your affections didn't cloud your judgment,

was unhappy with how Quinn had handled the situation. In stark contrast, Clara had excelled and even made the

ignore, complicating his feelings towards both women. He realized he had never truly