Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 468

As the car sped away, the guy who seemed like a doctor smirked, glancing at the rearview mirror with a little chuckle. "That kid's still too naive, don't you think?"

In the back seat, a man sat silent, hidden in shadows. He gently wiped the sweat off Clara's forehead, his eyes full of concern. "Z, she's fine, don't worry."

Z held Clara's hand tightly, pulling her close. His voice was rough with emotion. "I regret everything. What should I do? I'm scared every single day now."

The doctor's smile faded, and he took a deep breath. "You're having a moment. Try to calm down and take your meds. I told you, she's not the problem. You're the one who's on edge all the time. If this keeps up, something's gonna give. And you know, what happened back then wasn't even your fault."

Even asleep, Clara felt like she was being suffocated, like vines were wrapping around her. She woke up in darkness, but it reassured her-this was Z's place. She used to hate the dark, but after meeting him, it didn't seem so bad.

She touched her stomach, relieved it didn't hurt anymore, and noticed her skin felt clean, like someone had taken care of her. "Z?" she called out, not seeing anyone around, and quickly got up.

A small light flicked on in the hallway, and there stood the man in the white coat, rubbing his forehead. "He's having an episode. I told him to rest. Feeling better, Ms. Clara?"

mental issues, but she didn't know the details. "I need

down. Ms. Clara, if you truly care about him,

life, he believed he

it hit her he was warning her not to hurt Z. She used to think Z's ramblings were

she asked, taking a deep

to clean them. "Do you trust yourself when you ask

His slow, deliberate movements carried a weight

a knowing look. "Ms. Clara, ever

to respect

or are you afraid to face

instead of

down, tempted to light a cigarette but stopped himself. "I'll say it again. If you care about him, don't do anything rash. With my skills, if he's breathing, I can save

someone without a past, doubting her own words. She turned and started