Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 273

When Clara got to the Bradford house, she made a beeline upstairs to see Johnny. As she swung open the door to his room, she almost bumped into Naomi, who was on her way out.

Clara braced herself for some sarcastic remarks from Naomi, but surprisingly, she was downright polite this time. "Oh, you're here. Go on in, your dad's been waiting for you for ages."

Feeling a bit thrown off, Clara still stepped inside. The room was heavy with the scent of medicine, stinging her nose. She'd hoped that after sorting out the contract mess, Johnny would be on the mend. Instead, he looked even more frail than before.

Guilt weighed on Clara. Johnny hadn't done anything wrong. With two daughters caught up in chaos, any father would have been worried sick. Years of stress had worn him down, and the added pressure from the company had just caused everything to crumble at once.

Sitting beside him, Clara couldn't hold back her tears. Johnny had lost so much weight, his eyes seemed too large for his face. When he saw Clara, his eyes welled up, and he said hoarsely, "You've done a great job with the company. Cough, cough. From now on, Anna is your responsibility."

sorry. I thought

called him, maybe because she was unconsciously avoiding anything to do with

fault. Anna told me everything, about the memory loss. We didn't want to believe you

wasn't much of a daughter. She couldn't

to lift it to wipe them away, but he

a month. I knew she needed someone to blame. She's selfish, but she's my wife. I could only watch her favor Quinn, so I tried to make it up to you by sending money to

grew, like he was losing the will to speak. "Dad, stop talking. Let me call the

Johnny had closed his eyes, looking so frail and weary. When the doctor came to check on him, Johnny just lay there,

his side. Naomi popped in once with some fruit, which

Johnny lying there, she kept