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."

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

her surprise, Clara gave a warm

old man had a certain charm to him. The hospital grounds, despite their state of disrepair, were dotted with flowers, and in the middle of the open lawn sat a stone table

and took a seat on one of the benches.

"Let me help

"It's okay. Just relax."

down, she caught sight of Simon sneaking around, trying to be inconspicuous. Her mood soured a bit-she hoped he wouldn't mess things up for her.

figured it was best not to provoke him. With Simon, the more

old man returned with tea, unfazed

politely said, "Sorry to intrude.

years, he wouldn't have made it. This place is set for

exactly was Hugh? But asking would give away that