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."

him outside. But Simon stood firm, casually wiping the blood from his

"I'm fine, Mom."

"This is all my fault. And Sonya's coming back

hands on her shoulders. "I'll take care

the kind to take charge. He was lazy, used to a life of ease

had changed, but she couldn't quite pinpoint

Simon turned to leave.

him back. "Simon, are

with blood on his

"Really, I'm fine."

slowly, smoking a few cigarettes

large, extorting millions from Michael. But she wanted

was about to step inside, she noticed Simon standing there, smoking, his clothes drenched, water dripping off him

cursing out loud, but held

are

cigarette, stamping it

to you. Come with me; let's go

along fairly well. Despite her antics, Simon hadn't

followed him without

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

Simon. They walked to a quiet corner of the garden,

turning to her with

was about to try a new angle when Simon suddenly grabbed her hair and shoved her head into the

have time to scream, water filling her nose and

a

struggled for several minutes before finally going