Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 621

Dylan stared down at the little box in his hand, then set it gently on the side table.

Tara got up and opened one of them. "You know, these are all the things you used to say to comfort me back in school. After my parents died, I was a mess. You promised you'd always be there for me."

When Tara lost her parents as a teenager, she was sent to live at the Warrens' main house. She was so smart that Mrs. Ferguson noticed her right away.

That's why learning all the family's rules and rituals actually made her happy-it gave her something to hold onto. At least her life had some direction.

All those words Dylan wrote? He did it just to make her smile. He was always kind to everyone, but he'd always been especially gentle with her, his sad little sister.

Tara took a deep breath, not wanting to read another word from those notes. "You know what, forget it. When people started gossiping about you and Shelly, I told myself you only wrote these because you're just that nice-you can't stand to see anyone sad. When we grew up and you had other options, I respected that. It took me forever to convince myself. Dylan, I don't care about your illness. Both our families are behind us. Why do you have to keep getting tangled up with Clara?”

Before she could finish, Dylan glanced up at her, his gaze steady. "You're doing great at that research institute overseas. You love architecture. I could help get you into the top academies."

Tara's face went cold, her grip tightening on the box. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"My illness... Only Clara can help. If she won't, then I'll just let myself die."

Tara let out a short, bitter laugh, her hands nearly crushing the box. Something sharp flashed in her eyes as she forced a smile. "Let's go downstairs. The guests are waiting."

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