Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 876

Clara looked pale, her mood as gray as the sky outside. Ever since Dylan left her behind, she hadn't been able to shake the uneasy feeling in her chest.

"Clara?" Charles's voice brought her back. He'd noticed her zoning out, but he didn't push-he could tell she was hurting.

Clara pressed her hand to her sore shoulder and forced a steady breath. "I'm going to the hospital."

Charles nodded and called a cab, riding with her in silence. At the hospital, the doctor worked quickly. Her wound had gotten infected, so they had to scrape away the damaged tissue. It should have hurt, but Clara just stared out the window, her face white and distant.

The test subject sat on the next bed, looking around the room with wide-eyed curiosity. He poked at the bedsheets, fiddled with the IV pole, but said nothing. He barely spoke at all, and when he did, he tripped over his words-like he wasn't used to talking to people.

Once Clara's wound was bandaged, she sank back into the bed to rest. Charles ordered takeout and set one of the meals in front of the test subject.

The guy glanced at him, then started eating without a word, not even a hint of expression on his face.

Charles nearly lost his temper. This test subject didn't even know how to fake being polite.

Clara didn't feel like eating. She just called Palm Bay and asked them to replace her SIM card and bring her a new phone.

When the new phone arrived, she caught the housekeeper before they left. "Is Dylan coming back tonight?"

The housekeeper looked caught off guard. After a moment, they said, "Sir left before you did, ma'am. He hasn't been back or contacted us since."

Clara nodded. So after coming home, Dylan must have taken off again. She stared at her phone, thinking about that strange child who'd suddenly appeared in her life. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should call Dylan or not.

maybe she and Dylan just had a misunderstanding-clear that up, and everything would be fine. But this kid... it was so far beyond anything she could

the phone aside,

brought her some food, holding it out. "Come on, eat something. You've lost weight these last

then forced a small smile. "Charles, I really can't eat. I just want to rest

food in the trash. "Okay. You rest. I'll stay here with,

the

They couldn't just keep calling him "the

attention, and pointed to himself, a little

be gentle. "Do you have a

nodded and held

was Number One. Everyone from that place only had

call you Uno from now on,"

not call him Charles Jr.? Doesn't he look just like

of sadness crossing his face. "Though honestly,

the Chesters ever tell you anything about

lost son of some

times he'd shown up

from an underground fight club-my brother found me there. I don't remember anything before that. When I came to the Chesters, I was ten, had a fever, and my face was covered in scars.

world. Even if Griffin wanted to dig up his past, there probably wasn't anything left to find. Kids like Charles were everywhere in those places, most of them never

beast wearing human

and Uno. Maybe they were related.