Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 632

Palm Bay, the capital.

Aiden paced nervously by the door, his eyes darting toward the doctor as he stepped out. “Still nothing?" he asked, voice tight with worry.

The doctor let out a sigh, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Aiden, I told you before he can't keep taking that medication. He's way over the limit. Now the side effects are starting to show. He'll probably have hallucinations-hearing and seeing things that aren't there."

Aiden's guilt was written all over his face. Two days ago, the boss had collapsed out of nowhere, and he hadn't woken up since.

Last night, someone mentioned a cottage on the outskirts got bombed. But in Palm Bay, no one really paid attention-everyone was too focused on Dylan, just hoping he'd wake up soon.

Aiden felt completely lost. The boss had been in rough shape for a while, barely holding it together with medication. No one expected things to get this bad after Mrs. Ferguson walked out. Now, not even the pills were helping.

"So what do we do now?" he asked quietly.

The doctor glanced at Dylan, lying motionless on the bed. "We wait. When he wakes up, two pills at a time, no more. I gave him a bottle meant to last, but he finished it in four days. It's no wonder he passed out."

Aiden just nodded, closing the door softly behind him as the doctor left.

He'd barely made it downstairs when someone rushed over. "That cottage really was bombed last night."

ridiculous it sounded. Who would go all the way out there to target that place? It was in the middle

had a bad feeling about this, but

sunset, staring

his face when

sudden, Aiden could hardly believe he was finally

Dylan propped himself up and

last episode was from taking too much. If you keep this up, you're going to start seeing and hearing things. Please don't take any more

the headboard, his expression cool, almost

to freak out. That place was supposed to

window. He looked before. "Maybe

pale but steadier the

it disappear

sw

that grave anyway. The only thing that

ring. Even when

staring at the ring for a long moment, Dylan stood up. "Have

been keeping tabs on his legs. With the Ferguson family in chaos, Aiden had

them away. They were just testing the waters. Everyone thinks you'll never walk properly again,

up and headed for the shower, grabbing his robe on