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?"

sank. She knew Z had mental issues, but she didn't know the details. "I need to see

It'll just make things worse. Let him calm down. Ms. Clara, if you truly care about him, promise

long as there's life, he believed he

was surprised, then it hit her he was warning her not to hurt Z. She used to think Z's ramblings were just jokes. Could she

trust me?" she asked, taking a

glasses to clean them. "Do you

through her. His slow, deliberate movements carried a weight that was hard to ignore. Was this

put his glasses back on, giving her a knowing look. "Ms. Clara, ever wonder how

wanted to respect

are you afraid to face the

through again. But instead of getting angry,

If you care about him, don't do anything rash. With my skills, if he's breathing, I can

lost, like someone without a