Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 579

The Ferguson family trickled out one by one, and just like that, the house was quiet again.

Simon sat alone, barely moving, until hurried footsteps echoed at the front door- Michael was back, looking rumpled and shaken. His suit was on crooked, like he'd thrown it on after hearing about Ada's death and hadn't bothered to fix it. He still seemed dazed, like he couldn't quite believe it was real.

"Simon, I'm... sorry for your loss." Michael's voice was stiff, almost formal.

He sounded more like a stranger than a father. He reached out, awkwardly, maybe to pat Simon's shoulder. Simon jerked away, not even trying to hide his disgust.

For a second, embarrassment flashed across Michael's face. If he was being honest, his mind was already wandering-wondering who he'd marry next. But with Walter already pissed about the family drama, he knew he had to keep himself in check for now.

Simon stood up, face hard and cold. He looked at Michael like he was nothing. "You take care of Mom's funeral."

Michael frowned, confused. It wasn't like planning a funeral would take that long- what could Simon possibly need to do that was so urgent?

"Simon, wait-"

But Simon was already gone, out the door before Michael could finish.

He slid into his car, lit a cigarette, and took a slow drag. The sharp taste and burn were the only things that made him feel slightly less numb inside. He finished one, then another, then a third, before pressing his hands to his face, rubbing hard until his skin stung. He felt like he was already living in hell.

But if he was going down, he'd make sure to take Clara with him.

car and stormed back inside. He

There had to be a clue here

Maybe if he found Clara, he could prove to himself he was

was still that foolish, proud Simon, just

inch of the

the doorway, watching as Simon tore through drawers and

you

had been calm, methodical. But after three hours, frustration took over. He was

their eyes met, he froze. There was something wild in Simon's look-like

out of the room

tapped on the tiles and knocked along the walls, inch by

heard a hollow sound behind one tile. Without thinking,

notebook-a pink one, decorated with hearts and doodles, the kind only a girl like Eden

Dylan. It was her secret,

hidden the notebook

searching for anything, any

he found it a small note scribbled in the corner of a page, written in a different color pen.

without hesitation-ripped the notebook to shreds, memorizing

found the house had been transformed overnight, Everything was draped in white. The staff had worked through the night, getting ready for today, when the whole Ferguson family would gather to say their last goodbyes

Ferguson. If the family didn't give her a

downstairs, barely making it to his car before Michael called