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.

her back to the hospital room. "Quinn,

Simon, I'm not heartless. I won't let Mom send 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

in the picture, Clara was sure

furious and played the victim to gain the upper hand. "Simon, I

but

door behind him as he left

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

that really

probably already be in the asylum. Simon stepped closer, his eyes searching her face. "Clara,

which is why I'm willing to go

"You!"

about to scold her when her eyes welled up with tears. "Remember the North Ashford Farm incident? You

The farm incident was a sore spot

pressed on, "If she were just a stranger and your affections didn't cloud your judgment, how would you view her actions

that he was unhappy with how Quinn had

impossible to ignore, complicating his feelings towards both women. He realized he