Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 233

As June left the morgue, Clara found herself at a loss for words. She wanted to help sort out things for South Ashford, but June just shook her head and insisted on taking the bus. Clara didn't push further and simply stood there offering, "If you need anything, just give me a call." June nodded from the bus window, leaned back in her seat, and drifted off to sleep.

Clara lingered a bit, then turned to Simon, who looked worse for wear. His forehead glistened with sweat, and his lips were a ghostly white. Just as Clara was about to ask what was wrong, Simon collapsed. Panicked, she rushed him to the hospital, and when the doctor lifted his shirt, her heart sank at the sight of the brutal whip marks crisscrossing his back. Some were so deep they reached the bone. How could anyone be so cruel to someone from the Ferguson family?

Still in shock, Clara covered her mouth. The Ferguson family wasted no time, and Ada was the first to arrive. Seeing Clara, Ada lunged to slap her but Clara caught her wrist. Ada trembled with anger, "You jinx! If it weren't for you, Simon wouldn't be in this mess!"

at the absurdity. She didn't even know what had happened to Simon, let alone how it was her fault. Before she could respond, Lincoln, whom she had seen earlier, walked in. His gaze made her uneasy, like a predator eyeing its prey, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Clara, maybe you don't know, but Simon burst into the family estate tonight, begging his grandfather to call off his engagement to Quinn. He confessed he had regrets and claimed to love you instead. His grandfather had set the wedding date, invitations were sent. Canceling now would be a slap

expression darkened. Simon was out of his mind! He'd been secretly involved with Quinn for ages, and now, on the brink of marrying her, he says he's changed his mind? All because

leave, but Ada snagged her arm. "Clara, you can't just walk away. You have to stay until Simon wakes up, or

help her this time. So, she stayed, waiting quietly for him to wake up. Simon's injuries were severe. Doctors spent three long hours attending to his back wounds, especially where fabric had stuck to the raw skin, tearing it off. Even in his

dawn, her phone buzzing with a message from Z, "I know everything, don't think I don't." She had been feeling down, but this