Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 754

Clara stepped out of the conference room and nearly walked right into Mrs. Ferguson, who was waiting outside.

She froze. The last thing she remembered about Mrs. Ferguson was being dragged to a temple, only to end up nearly buried alive. Maybe Mrs. Ferguson hadn't planned it herself, but she definitely wasn't innocent. And it wasn't exactly a secret that the older woman had once wanted her gone for good.

"Mrs. Ferguson," Clara said, keeping her voice respectful for Dylan's sake.

Mrs. Ferguson had clearly been there a while, watching Clara closely. Her attitude hadn't completely changed, but she couldn't help thinking-if Dylan had seen Clara just now, he probably wouldn't have been able to look away.

But Mrs. Ferguson seemed tired of holding onto old grudges. She just let it go. "Dylan's sick. Thank you for taking care of him," she said quietly.

Clara blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in tone. Was this another trick? She didn't answer.

Mrs. Ferguson sighed. "Clara, do you have a moment later? I want to bring you and Tara to the temple. There are some things I need to say."

Clara didn't even hesitate. "Last time you took me to the temple, Mrs. Ferguson, I almost didn't make it back alive. I think I'll pass."

had ever spoken to Mrs. Ferguson so

lying.

a deep breath, softening her tone. "Last time, I acted out of desperation and made a mistake. This time, I swear as Dylan's mother: if I do anything to

one thing was obvious-the woman genuinely loved Dylan. She wouldn't

Clara said. "Can you at least tell me why you want to

toward her office,

natural confidence. It wasn't showy or arrogant, but it made people want to trust her. Maybe Dylan falling for someone like Clara wasn't such a

and waiting. Mrs. Ferguson settled onto the sofa, letting out another long

to his senses. I spent so much energy on him, always hoping he'd be the pride of our family. But I never stopped to ask what he really wanted. I

hands paused, and

family, but have

a giant.

but they know Ferguson Corporation. Since he became the heir, he's barely had a day off. Lately, he's pushed himself so

Dylan still

He's been quiet since he was a teenager. I thought it was good-a family heir should be serious. I arranged his marriage, planned his life, thinking it was for his benefit. Clara, I've spent decades at Ferguson Corporation. Even now, my husband barely acknowledges me. I just don't want my son to