Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 809

Clara didn't say anything else. She picked at her breakfast, then wandered out to the patio to soak up some sun.

It had rained in the Capital last night, but today a rainbow arched across the sky- a quiet, unexpected promise. With one hand idly stroking Milo's head, Clara gazed out the window. Everything looked so fresh, so new, that she couldn't help but feel her mood lift.

She didn't look Megan's way, so she missed the flash of something dark in Megan's expression-a glint of scheming malice.

Clara spent the whole day just resting. Dylan's drama could wait. Like she always told herself: health comes first.

Later that night, Megan slipped out of her room, pretending she was just heading downstairs for a glass of water. When she reached the study, she tried the door, but the housekeeper was already standing guard.

"Ms. Megan, this is Mr. Dylan's study. No one is allowed in without his permission."

Megan kept her smile polite. "I brought Mr. Dylan some water last night and must have left something important inside. It's a keepsake from my family means the world to me. I just want to take a quick look. If I can't find it, I'll never be able to let it go."

The housekeeper hesitated. "Keepsake" was a heavy word.

After a pause, she nodded. “You have three minutes, Ms. Megan. Please be quick."

Megan wasted no time. She slipped inside and went straight to the drawer. Sure enough, there was a red-beaded bracelet and a simple ring, nothing fancy or branded.

They were together. Megan remembered that ring-she'd seen it on Clara's finger before. Wasn't this supposed to be a couple's set? If Clara had one, her boyfriend should have had the other. So why were both in Dylan's study?

Megan's lips curled into a sly smile. Well, well. What a plot twist.

Clara's boyfriend's death had to be Dylan's doing.

and ring back. With the housekeeper outside, there was no way she could

looked uneasy, watching Megan go through the drawers. "Ms. Megan,

replied, shutting the drawer

and was in and out in under a minute,

lay awake, running through all the ways she could break the news to Clara-and how to

could pounce, the housekeeper told her, "Ms. Clara left at five

Why would she go

call

dig for details, but she caught herself-no need to raise suspicion. She

wasn't leaving

Clara's sake, didn't push

had left early to

last night. Aiden's legs were in bad shape-getting

Everyone thought he

was pounding until the doctor called her over,

at a conference—best case, ten days, maybe a month before they return. Ms. Clara, what

in the Capital can pull those doctors

lot of big families in the Capital had their hands in medicine. It all came down to who had

the Warren family.

up

anything. Those doctors answer to higher-ups-if I try to bring them back, I'd have to file an officiaDrequest. By the time it's approved, it'll

"

authorities only made things messier—nothing

That left Dylan. But would he even help Aiden