Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 171

Clara was cruising down the road towards the old hospital, checking the rearview mirror every now and then. Sure enough, a familiar car was trailing her. The license plate gave it away-it was Simon's. That guy just couldn't take a hint.

With a sigh, Clara floored the gas pedal, pushing her car to its limits. Simon backed off a bit, keeping a cautious distance.

When Clara finally arrived, she couldn't help but notice how run-down the hospital looked. If it were nighttime, the place would definitely give off haunted house vibes. When she stepped out of her car, her eyes landed on an elderly man sweeping the large courtyard. Despite the place's shabby exterior, it was spotlessly clean, as if someone made sure to keep the dust at bay every day.

Curious, Clara hurried over to the old man. "Sir, the ground's already spotless. Why don't you take a break?"

The old man paused, his snow-white hair ruffling in the breeze. A light of recognition brightened his eyes. "Clara, is that you? What brings you here?"

Clara blinked in surprise. He knew her? "Yeah, it's me."

set down his broom and untied his apron. "It's been a year since you last

gave a warm smile.

despite their state of disrepair, were dotted with flowers,

benches. "Please, sit down. I'll

"Let me

"It's okay. Just relax."

Her mood soured a bit-she hoped he wouldn't mess things up for her. To her relief, Simon just parked himself on

to provoke him. With Simon, the

with tea, unfazed by Simon's

said, "Sorry to intrude. Please,

old man asked, "Here to see Hugh again? He's still the same. Without your support all these years, he

a question bubbling up-who exactly was Hugh? But asking would give