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.

place was already draped in

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

down and pushed Dylan into the main hall, where the old ma

say

been kicked out by the Fergusons. Even if he'd always been a pushover, today he couldn't hold

still bring her here? Are you

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

for now, the truth about the fire

the old man. He was dressed in black, his face totally unreadable- like he'd lost

felt a pang of sadness for the late matriarch. After

it meant nothing

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

how it goes-love debts are the

deep breath and

moment, the old man finally spoke. "Didn't I tell the butler to tell you? I said not to bring

Obviously, "her" meant Clara.

He just said, “Father, I told you before. Clara is

for a long moment, like he was finally

Go pay your last respects to your

up with white wreaths everywhere and the matriarch's

had to stand outside in the courtyard, pour wine on the ground, and

could

gathered around, watching her