Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 774

The moment Clara thought of Dylan, a coldness swept through her. Was the old man really planning to lock Dylan up now? Or did he have some other cruel plan in mind?

Her thoughts were a mess. She'd meant to head back to Palm Bay—at least there, everyone was on Dylan's side, and she'd feel safe.

But she didn't. Instead, she told Charles to stop the car in a quiet area.

She called Richard.

If anyone could help her now, it was him.

Richard had always genuinely supported her and Dylan. And with the Warren and Ferguson families so closely connected, he was the only one who might be able to get close to Dylan right now.

Richard was already at the gates of the Ferguson estate. When Clara's call came through, his face was unreadable.

She spoke quickly, her voice tight with worry. "Richard, can you help me?"

He stood by his car, eyes fixed on the old mansion. "Do you really love Dylan?"

Clara didn't get why he kept asking. "I..."

She didn't get to finish—he interrupted, "If you can't even figure out how you feel, what's the point of me going in? If I know the old man, he'll do whatever it takes to make Dylan forget you. That way, Dylan can go back to being the all-powerful CEO everyone expects. Maybe he'll even be shipped off overseas to fight for the top spot. Clara, if you don't love him, maybe the life his grandfather planned is what's best for him."

quiet. She knew he

Dylan had never gotten involved with her, his life would be

never supposed to have anything to do with

way the wind played with Dylan's hair, the

heir was impressive, sure, but was that really what

what he really wanted most was

made her bite her lip. "I love him. At least,

There was Z to think about. If she said she'd go to any

made her feel like she was

really feel nothing for Dylan? That wasn't possible. If she didn't care, she wouldn't be so worried about

spoke up again. “That's enough. Loving him, even if it's complicated, is enough. It'll make Dylan happy. I'll go check on

let out a shaky breath, her eyes stinging. "Thank you. I'll wait here. If he's okay,

breathing on the line. After a long pause, he

crowded. Mrs. Ferguson's passing was a big deal-

the entryway,

Dylan was nowhere to be found. Richard stopped a passing Simon. "Where's

grin said

dead. Here

too late.

him as much as

day Simon had had in a