Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 771

But for the next few hours, she actually got some real sleep.

At six in the morning, a maid knocked on her door, announcing another call from the old estate.

Clara rushed through her routine and hurried downstairs. Dylan was already waiting, looking perfectly put together.

She grabbed a quick breakfast, then asked, "Is today going to be complicated?"

Dylan's face was calm and warm as he nodded.

Clara took a few extra bites and stuffed some bread into her bag for later-just in

case.

On the drive over, she stared out the window at the scenery flying by. "Do you think your grandfather's going to give you a hard time today?"

Ever since the fire at the temple, the old man had been eerily quiet. Clara had no clue what he was plotting, and the uncertainty made her uneasy.

She gave Dylan a worried look and said, "If they try to make you sign something unfair, promise you'll say no."

Dylan always handled the Ferguson family's pressure with such a cool head. Sometimes Clara worried he wouldn't stand up for himself.

He glanced at her, then looked back out the window, a faint smirk on his lips. "Yeah, I know."

Her eyes dropped to his hands-he was still wearing his wedding ring. He'd never once taken it off.

arrived at the old manor, the place was already draped

inside. She could feel the Ferguson family's eyes on her-blank, cold, and full of a disgust

and pushed Dylan into the

the patriarch could say a word, Lucius

Even

you know your mother died because of her, and you still bring her here? Are you really going to let your mother

stupid. If she tried to say the fire was the old man's doing right now, she'd never make it out of

truth about the fire

in black, his face totally unreadable- like

After all

together, and it meant nothing in the

old lady hadn't seemed regretful-just unwilling, just full

debts are the hardest to

took a deep breath and gripped the wheelchair handles

spoke. "Didn't I tell the butler to tell you? I said not to

Obviously, "her" meant Clara.

didn't change. He just said, “Father, I told you before. Clara is

man stared at him for a long moment,

Go pay your last respects

with white wreaths everywhere and the matriarch's memorial plaque at the

pour wine on the ground, and bow to the memorial, to heaven and

wasn't allowed inside. She could only watch through the

watching her with