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."

he took a few steps ahead, stopping with an indifferent tone. "Clara, in the car, you said I might kidnap you for

Ryan had

still there, maybe even wider now because he

know what to say, so

on the door, and it was quickly answered by a skinny, middle-aged man who looked like he drank

do you want?" he

peered inside, noticing the floor covered with empty bottles, a clear sign of the man's character. "I'm a friend of

brat now?! I told her to sell herself to buy her brother a house,

that a woman emerged, her face bruised. But when it came to Sarah, she turned fromě timid to commanding. "Sarah is my daughter. If you're really her friend,

eyes showed disdain, though he didn't see the infamous brother. "Where's your

city, earns thousands every month. Soon, he'll renovate our house. Far

watching the couple's disgraceful behavior under the porch

Despite society's progress, mannet

beliefs. A son could be a failure, yet still revered, while a successful

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