Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 594

A figure slipped out from behind the hanging canvas, cloaked in darkness-just like that shadowy man from Palm Bay. Only his sharp, almost icy eyes were

visible.

Dylan didn't spare him a glance. Instead, he studied the dense rows of memorial tablets lining the ancestral hall.

The man came closer, stopping a few steps away before bowing and dropping to one knee.

Finally, Dylan's eyes moved from the tablets to the kneeling figure.

His lips parted twice before a soft, almost amused laugh escaped. "Show me your face."

The man hesitated, bowing his head even lower, pretending not to hear. Dylan leaned forward and tugged back the hood covering the man's head.

Dark hair, then a black mask beneath.

"Look up."

The man obeyed, lifting his head slowly, those fierce eyes still giving nothing away.

Dylan gently pulled the hood back into place. Just those eyes alone-so out of place.

But from Walter to Mrs. Ferguson, no one had ever noticed.

No one had really looked at those eyes. Or maybe, they just never cared about the Ferguson son they'd thrown away years ago.

cared how he was

pawn is just

Dylan, still expressionless, turned his wheelchair and

"Go where you're needed."

"Yes."

the man said before disappearing as

whole thing had taken less than ten

the solemn hall, he spotted Walter sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard. Walter looked surprised to see him emerge so quickly, then

longer. You've wanted to see him for

destined for bigger things

in

boy hadn't been a part of the Ferguson

Dylan hadn't kept asking to see his brother all those years ago, Walter never would've

been easy, getting someone out

face unreadable. He asked quietly, "He's

calmness. "You're twins. Of course he is." He hesitated. "If you

but he still had to carry

and Mother have always said it-it was his

l.ne

tea. "I'm glad you understand. Sometimes I worry you think your mother and I are too cold. But if you want to achieve great things, you can't let feelings get in the way. Your brother's done well for himself; they say he's made it to

heir to the Ferguson family. That spot belongs

flicker of regret there. "If it weren't for that car

didn't get to finish-someone was approaching.

bent down to whisper something in Dylan's ear. Dylan's expression changed instantly as