Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 135

Clara had barely left the hospital when Dr. Gribble caught up to her, looking like

he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He grabbed the edge of her coat in a rush.

"Clara, I've got something for you," he said, thrusting a recording device into her hand.

Clara raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Dr. Gribble was sweating bullets as he spoke. "It's a long story, but you gotta promise me, once you're in the clear, you'll help me keep my job at the hospital."

A sly smile flickered across her face. Clearly, the doctor was rattled by whatever had gone down with the truck driver and probably thought Quinn was about to stir up trouble at the hospital. She figured he'd hand the evidence over to Simon, but his choosing her was a stroke of luck she hadn't expected.

"Dr. Gribble, what exactly is this?" she asked.

"It's proof that Miss Quinn set you up! She wasn't pregnant. This recording is from our conversation. Clara, you're a good person. I trust you'll help me out."

Clara held the recorder, a subtle grin creeping onto her lips. "Thanks, Dr. Gribble. You should head home. My sister's tactics can be a bit much, and staying put is your safest bet. In a few days, things should settle down."

"Alright, Clara, it's all in your hands," he said, visibly relieved.

he was gone, Clara checked out the recorder and started to transfer the contents. But before she could dive deeper,

out came four or five bodyguards.

why she trusted him with it. As she had told Simon, Dylan might be a tough nut to crack, but at least he wasn't out to get her. Besides, she was

at the heart

quickly shot

[Mr. Dylan, your sleep

after hitting send, the bodyguards closed in on her. She didn't put up

to a car where Ryan was

something but thought

of it

nodded

there. Everything's

she'd

him. Once she was bundled into another vehicle, she shut her eyes

Bradford family's bodyguards snickered at

as that is bound to get what's