Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 345

Simon staggered home, his mind in a fog. Before he even reached the door, Ada's sobs echoed in the hallway.

"What does she want from me?! How long is this torture going to last?! I've had enough!"

Ada had been on edge for weeks, overwhelmed by the whispers and snide remarks from everyone around her. Her husband had run off with her sister, and it seemed like the whole world was mocking her.

Michael, her husband, couldn't handle her meltdowns and had stopped coming home altogether. Ada tried to take her complaints to Walter, but after a few visits, even the old family estate turned her away.

All she could do was stay home, caught in an endless shouting match with Sonya, losing her mind.

Simon, soaked to the skin, walked into the living room just in time to catch an ashtray Ada had hurled, hitting him squarely.

The pain didn't even register as he stumbled back, watching blood trickle down his face.

Ada gasped, rushing over. "Simon, are you okay?"

Simon absently touched his wound, memories flooding back to the day Sonya was caught with his father. He'd suspected Clara then, but dismissed it, thinking she loved him too much to do something like that.

Now, looking at the chaos in his home, he couldn't help but laugh.

Clara, with her impressive credentials, was anything but a fool. The way she'd pursued him, her act so convincing, proved she was shrewd.

Back then, Ada had given Clara a hard time, wanting to marry her off to Uncle Nate. And so Ada's picture-perfect marriage fell apart, and Uncle Nate faced his downfall.

Piece by piece, as everything clicked in his mind, Simon began to laugh.

Ada was terrified by his laughter, fearing he'd lost his senses.

"Simon, don't scare me. I'll take you to the hospital right now."

she tried to lead him outside. But Simon stood firm, casually wiping the

"I'm fine, Mom."

welled up. "This is all my fault. And Sonya's coming back soon. I can't

slightly, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'll

kind to take charge. He was lazy, used to

her son had changed,

Simon turned to leave.

him back. "Simon, are you sure you're

though with blood on

"Really, I'm fine."

smoking a few cigarettes

Michael. But she wanted more —Ada's place, to be the lady of

inside, she noticed Simon standing there, smoking, his clothes drenched,

startled, almost cursing out loud, but

are you

cigarette,

I need to talk to you. Come

along fairly well. Despite

she followed him

I just want a good life. Don't worry, once your mom's out of the picture, I'll treat you like my own son. You're your father's only son, after all. Everything in this house will still be yours. Even with money, people see me as just a mistress.

thought her words would sway Simon. They walked to a quiet corner of the garden, away from any cameras,

her with a

a new angle when Simon suddenly grabbed her hair and shoved her head into

filling her nose and mouth, silencing any cries for

with a

several minutes before finally