Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 138

Her hand slowly clenched tighter and tighter until shards of glass dug into her skin, with blood trickling down. She looked terrifying now. Blood was staining her legs, her palms, and even her neck.

Whenever she felt the fog of unconsciousness creeping in, she'd squeeze the broken glass deliberately, forcing herself to stay awake. Nate figured she could only hold out for ten minutes tops, but a solid half-hour had passed, and there she was, standing firm as ever.

'Damn, how is she so tough!' he thought, taking a deep breath before dialing Naomi's number. "Naomi, your daughter's really putting up a fight. What should I do? I'm worried it could get dangerous."

He wasn't shy about making the call right in front of Clara. He wanted her to know Naomi was behind all of this. Meanwhile, Naomi was glued to Quinn's bedside. Quinn had cried herself hoarse, thrown up several times, and was incredibly frail. Hearing about Clara had Quinn on edge, swaying by the window. "Mom, I really can't handle hearing about my sister. I just want it all to end."

Naomi, panicking, instructed Nate, "Quinn's in a bad way. As for Clara, do whatever you need to. If she dies, she dies. I'll act like she was never mine."

up quickly and grabbed Quinn's wrist. "Quinn, don't do anything rash. I've got

Quinn's eyes sparkled with

her to sit on the bed. "Don't worry about a thing. You bond with Simon is something

mind. Her heart warmed as she remembered those early days with the Bradford family. She had attended a Ferguson family party and spotted Dylan,

way, leaving her flustered and speechless. While she saw Simon as a prize to be claimed, she also dreamed

wedding looming, she couldn't help

mentioned Dylan's plans for

knew Dylan's