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.

the place

the Ferguson family's eyes on her-blank, cold, and full of a disgust they didn't even bother to hide, like she was something rotten they couldn't wait to get

Dylan into the main hall, where

patriarch could say a word, Lucius jumped

by the Fergusons. Even if he'd

died because of her, and you still bring her here?

wasn't 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 just

for now, the truth about the fire stayed buried in her

man. He was dressed in black, his

the late matriarch. After all those kids, all those

it meant nothing

even at the very end, the old lady hadn't seemed regretful-just

goes-love debts

a deep breath and gripped the wheelchair

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

Obviously, "her" meant Clara.

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

at him for a long moment,

last

white wreaths everywhere

to stand outside in the courtyard, pour wine

She could

gathered around, watching her with