Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 817

Chapter 817

Even after sitting by her bedside for two whole days, he still wouldn't say a single word.

She couldn't even explain what was happening to her. After Megan's warning, she'd panicked—really panicked-and ended up tearing through the study, searching for who-knows-what, as if the answers might be hiding in a drawer.

Her head was spinning back then, with one voice whispering, Dylan's exactly that kind of person-don't trust him. But another voice kept pushing back, making everything feel even messier. She was just so tired. Only now did she finally feel a little less foggy.

"Dylan, they said you haven't eaten in two days. Won't you at least try something?"

He stayed silent on the other end.

Clara had no idea what he was thinking anymore.

Finally, he spoke: "I'm with Aiden."

"How's his leg? Did all the specialists come back from overseas?”

"He'll recover with rehab. It's just going to be rough."

Clara let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. So Aiden was safe. Maybe it wasn't luck, though-maybe he'd just always known how to survive. To keep a backup plan, even when things were at their worst. No wonder he'd managed to stay at Dylan's side all these years.

that, they both went quiet. Neither could think of anything

with the spoon in her hand, thinking for a long moment before finally blurting out, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't

"Mm."

mess. So much had happened between them lately. They should've been there for each other, holding hands, comforting

She hung up.

just stared at his

"Mr. Dylan, Aiden's

phone down and walked to the hospital

his eyes went red. They always say men

"Sir."

the bedside, voice flat. "The ones who

loyal to the old man. For Dylan to handle

"What about him?"

the window, watching the wind shake the trees outside.

at the family estate

confinement. Only Dylan

never cared enough to fight

so many problems

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