Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Tonight, everyone in the Ferguson family was gathering at the old manor for dinner. The rule was simple: six o'clock sharp, no excuses, nobody could be late.

But when Simon eventually walked in late, no one really minded. He'd been busy with Ada's funeral arrangements, after all.

Dylan sat in the middle of the table, surrounded by relatives who were more interested in their own food than in conversation. Walter took his usual spot at the head. Mrs. Ferguson wasn't there. The moment she got home, she'd gone straight to the family chapel.

The Ferguson family chapel was huge, all the way at the back of the estate-a place everyone knew doubled as the spot for family discipline.

Walter turned to the maid at his side. "Go ask Mrs. Ferguson to come eat with us."

The maid kept her head down. "Mrs. Ferguson said it's been a while since she visited the chapel. She wants to spend some extra time praying.”

Both the elders were religious, but Mrs. Ferguson took it to another level.

Dinner was almost over by the time Simon showed up.

He paused for a second, his gaze lingering on Dylan, then took a seat at the far end of the table.

Walter's expression softened when he saw him. “I heard you laid your mother to rest at West Hill?"

Simon nodded, but his eyes drifted back to Dylan.

as ever: calm, unreadable, like nothing

smirked to himself. He didn't even touch his food, just turned to Walter and started talking. "I also went up the east hill today to pay respects to some of our ancestors. That's when I realized there's actually a

table exchanged confused looks. A prison near West

locked up there must have done something terrible, right? There were guards everywhere. I could barely

finally spoke up. He was Walter's second son and always kept a low profile.

Michael, was Simon's

had kids. In the Ferguson family, that made him

spoke, everyone

That place was

eyes kept flicking over to Dylan. "Seriously? Has it

there that long? How come I've never

the higher-ups wanted to keep him alive

that could change a nation's fate. No wonder they

let him go.

never made

at the table was

there for seventy years, the original prisoner

head. "Eat your food. I've been

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