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.

old manor, the place

on her-blank, cold, and full of a disgust they didn't even bother to hide, like she was something rotten they

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

say

wife, Kayla, had just been kicked out by the Fergusons. Even if he'd always been a pushover, today he couldn't

bring her here? Are you really going to let your mother go to

right now, she'd never make it out of

the truth about the

man. He was dressed in black, his face totally

matriarch. After all those kids, all those years,

meant nothing in

the old lady hadn't seemed regretful-just

debts

breath and gripped the

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

Obviously, "her" meant Clara.

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

stared at him for a long moment, like he was finally making

pay your last respects

wreaths

the courtyard, pour wine on the

could only watch through

watching her with