Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 497

Ryan suddenly slumped forward, resting his head on the steering wheel, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Clara, do you really believe Sarah's just a selfish nobody, not worth any of my efforts?"

Clara stayed silent. Sure, Sarah might have her good sides, but it didn't change the fact that she was pretty self-centered.

Ryan looked worn out, managing a faint, weary smile. "Never mind, you should just get out."

Clara felt a wave of sadness hit her. She was too drained to continue the conversation, so she opened the car door and stepped out.

Ryan had mentioned someone would be waiting for her, but as she wandered a few hundred meters in the dark, she found no one. Instead, she heard footsteps trailing behind her.

Turning around, she saw Ryan. He was quietly following, keeping his distance.

The scene reminded her of that snowy day when he had gone missing, and she had gone looking for him-both too stubborn to talk.

Clara kept walking for another two hundred meters until she finally spotted some lights. She was taken aback, realizing the area wasn't deserted; the houses were just low and hidden by large trees, making them easy to miss.

Ryan caught up, his voice calm. "This is where Sarah's parents live, near the slums of the Capital. It's even more desolate than the slums."

car, you said I might kidnap

felt awkward, suddenly realizing Ryan

there, maybe even wider now

and Clara didn't know what to say, so she just

flickering inside. He knocked on the door, and

want?" he asked rudely, not

bottles, a

herself to buy her brother a house, and she just gave ten grand and refused to come back. Ungrateful, after all I did to raise

is my daughter. If you're really her friend, tell her

showed disdain, though he didn't

works in the city, earns thousands every month. Soon, he'll renovate our house. Far better than a daughter; daughters are just money pits. Once they're

steps away, watching the couple's disgraceful behavior

Despite society's progress, mannet

be a failure, yet still revered, while a successful daughter

women outwardly embraced independence, but deep down, they often secretly wished for sons, convincing themselves with tales of wanting a