Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 737

The doctor shook his head and said quietly, "Sir, the major families in North America, together with the local tycoons, have the economy locked down tight. We may have money, but unless we establish ourselves over there, no one's going to tell us anything."

The Ferguson family in North America-Dylan knew he had to go. Even if it was just for Clara, he needed answers.

He closed the file, his eyelashes lowering. "Maybe back then... I should've stopped it."

But selfishness had gotten the best of him. When he heard those people say she'd lose her memory, a twisted hope had flared up in his chest.

And sure enough, after she forgot everything, she reached out to him first. It was the moment he'd secretly wanted for years.

"Sir, this isn't your fault. Even if you'd stopped that last time, Mrs. Ferguson would still have episodes of amnesia. This one just lasted longer than usual. The people behind it are based in North America. We don't know if they've got people here in the country, so you and Mrs. Ferguson need to be careful."

Everyone connected to the Ferguson family was watching that spot like hawks.

Dylan used to be the frontrunner, but after ending up in a wheelchair these past two years, the assassination attempts dropped by half overnight.

Everyone assumed he was out of the game.

And the Fergusons in North America hadn't made any real moves either. The family elder had kept his mouth shut all these years.

Dylan lowered his eyes, his voice soft. "The medicine you gave me last time was supposed to help her recover. Why didn't it work?"

"You asked me to avoid anything too strong. The medicine I gave you is gentle-it can help her remember, but it takes time. Lately, she's been getting headaches. If we'd used something stronger, she could've ended up in a coma for a month."

thinking of what to say, when his phone

a message from

do you want to eat?

hadn't planned on going back to Palm Bay, but for

sitting alone on the couch popped

stopped in front of a dessert shop and

probably wasn't into sweets,

she asked, he actually said

simplest dessert. "Could you

bags loaded with desserts. He loved anything tasty, no matter what it

warned her, "Miss, the dessert you picked is really sweet. Most people

anything, had picked the sweetest one of

back to Palm

got home,

bet

his room with his full,

out

dessert, and headed to

there, typing away

the dessert next to his computer. "This