Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 134

Clara stood with her back to him, raising an eyebrow slightly as her tone softened. "Can you really promise me? No matter how things shake out, you won't take Quinn's side."

Seeing how much she cared, Simon felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "I promise."

He stepped closer, gently turning her to face him, resting his hands on her shoulders. "Do you still have feelings for me?"

That question was one he truly needed an answer to.

Clara knew she had him right where she wanted and figured a little white lie couldn't hurt. "Maybe I do. Even if I can't remember, your actions still get to me."

Simon, pleased with her response, gave her cheek a playful pinch. "I won't let them take you to a mental institution, at least not until we get to the bottom of this."

Inside, Clara rolled her eyes, but outwardly, she put on a grateful face. "Alright."

She turned and walked briskly down the hallway, catching a glimpse of what she thought was Dylan's coat. She picked up her pace and realized there was no one there. It must've been a trick of the light. Dylan should be at work, not here at the hospital.

Quinn was behind her door and had caught the whole exchange. She was

freaking out, and needed to get that doctor out of there pronto. There would be no loose ends! She watched Simon head towards the doctor's room through the small window in the door, and her nerves spiked.

Gribble, the very doctor who'd delivered the bad news. Dr. Gribble, having overheard everything, was sweating bullets, his nerves shot and his mind foggy from lack

part of the Ferguson family carried a

Gribble, you're sure Quinn's

to answer,

just got sick. You should

spine as he stood up immediately. "Mr. Simon,

attend

him to Quinn's

iel

her mouth with bottled water, looking utterly drained. Dr. Gribble hurried, over, meeting her gaze filled with a chilling threat. It sent a shiver through him. He remembered the massive truck from last night and the driver

Dr. Gribble but Quinn grabbed his wrist. "Simon, you

when Quinn first joined the Bradford family, Simon often found her crying during visits, claiming Clara bullied her no matter what she

always gotten to Simon, slowly tipping the

voice wavered with emotion. Simon sat down

of his eye, he saw a hulking figure that froze him in his tracks. It was the truck driver he'd come to

night haunted by

couldn't think straight. He needed Clara

to his