Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 484

The room had a dim, moody vibe, with just the two of them in it. Clara felt a chill run down her spine. Jackson's dislike for her was no secret, and she couldn't shake the feeling that one wrong word might set him off enough to pull a gun on her.

"Jackson, do you honestly believe me when I say this has nothing to do with me?" she asked, trying to sound calm.

Jackson's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as he used a cigarette to tilt her chin up. "You might not remember your past, Clara, but this isn't the first time someone from the Dawson family has died because of you. They've decided you need to pay, so whether you're involved or not, you have to..."

He was cut off by a knock on the door, and they both turned to see Dylan rolling in. Jackson blinked, wondering if he was dreaming. What was Dylan doing here?

Dylan, seated in his wheelchair, locked eyes with the cigarette Jackson had just used to lift Clara's chin. Feeling the weight of Dylan's gaze, Jackson awkwardly put the cigarette down and straightened up. "Dylan, what are you doing here?" Dylan didn't say anything at first, just glanced at Clara.

Clara stayed put, not about to assume Dylan's visit had anything to do with her.

The room felt thick with tension. Finally, Dylan spoke, his voice soft, "Come with me."

Jackson thought Dylan was talking to him. "Where to?"

Dylan's eyes were fixed on Clara, and after a pause, he said,

got up slowly, confused.

to Dylan, she saw how pale

and rushed over, gently pushing Clara

stayed on Clara.

she and Jackson were sitting in

came back. Poisoning. We narrowed down

at Dylan, who was

felt off here. Why was Dylan involved in all this? Everyone knew he hated drama, especially with the holiday chaos and the Ferguson family headaches

jump into this mess

to protect Clara, maybe it was best to let

figured he could handle

Jackson got out of the

care, see you