Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 553

Simon was practically buzzing with nerves, staring at Aaron like he was some kind of miracle worker.

Who would've thought Aaron had the inside scoop on everything?

"So, cousin, what now? Tell me what I'm supposed to do," Simon asked, voice

tight.

Aaron leaned back in his seat, eyes drifting shut. "You need to find Clara. Tell her her boyfriend's in trouble-got himself beat up, he's barely hanging on, says he wants to see her one last time."

Simon frowned, not buying it. "That's a terrible lie. She'll never believe me."

"Simon, do you even know why Clara's gone off the grid lately? You think Dylan's going to let her talk to anyone? There's no way she can get in touch with the outside world. As for her and her boyfriend-look, there are things I still need to check out myself. Just say what I told you. I'll handle the rest."

Aaron's confidence was contagious. Simon nodded, determined. "Alright. Leave it to me-I won't mess this up."

He jumped out of the car without another word, his whole posture screaming drive and determination.

Aaron watched him go through the window, eyes cold and unreadable.

He'd only pulled Simon into this mess to take some of Dylan's heat off himself. Grandfather might let Dylan get away with a lot, but no way would he stand by while Dylan finished off every last Ferguson kid. Lincoln's fate was just bad luck.

Aaron's hand curled into a fist, jaw clenched. But after a moment, he took a breath and let the tension drain out. He called out to the driver, voice calm again. "Let's go."

Today's plans were all set. Now, it was time to see if his theory held up.

rolled forward,

*

rested for the first

at the ceiling, trying to shake off the fog. She could've sworn she'd fallen asleep on the couch-so why was

quickly got herself together and stepped out of her room,

Empty.

the study. Still

the housekeeper was busy prepping dinner in

she asked,

Ferguson left for the office after lunch,"

trying to catch Dylan leaving the house for days, but he kept changing up

left, she'd follow his car and hunt for a

the stamina of a machine. She'd only closed her eyes for a second, and

down on a

mug of ginger tea. "Ma'am, please put on your slippers. Mr. Ferguson said your period is

always rough. She'd tried herbal medicine for a while, but nothing

she'd black out. She hardly ever kept track

a pair

by her feet,

Clara felt

accept this kind of care from Dylan-it ust made her more frustrated, wanting to snap at him

slices of jujube floating on the

down the coffee table one more time, then