Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 879

Clara almost laughed at how ridiculous it all was. The world outside was coming apart at the seams, and here was Dylan, hiding out on his own like nothing was happening.

She didn't hesitate-stepping forward, only to have the masked man at the door block her with a firm hand and an even firmer voice.

"Ma'am, sir isn't seeing anyone right now."

"Get out of my way."

She slapped his hand aside and marched straight in. The man didn't force her back, just quietly followed after her.

The place was massive-probably three thousand square meters, with endless hallways and echoing rooms. Clara walked for what felt like forever before reaching the inner doors. The inside was something out of a dream: tennis courts, a swimming pool, even a fake snow mountain. Dylan had definitely gone all out when he built this place.

She lowered her eyes, her fingers shaking a little. This was where he kept the child hidden.

If she kept going, there'd be no way to undo it. But she couldn't let this secret hang between them anymore. She had to know the truth about that child.

She took a deep breath and knocked.

inside was even more surreal.

her in, while

turned to him.

"I don't

loyal, she thought. Even

let out a cold laugh. "Fine. Then where's

paused, then gestured

unease twisted in Clara's chest as she walked a few more steps, finally stopping at a door leading down

hiding in a basement? In

wind down forever, lights bright but casting lonely shadows. The masked man stayed at the top, bis voice lowered. If you want to go down, ma'am won't stop you. But sir isn't

pause.

step felt heavier than the last. The air was thick,

At the bottom,

opened into a

A man in a white coat was bent over Dylan, checking

lay there, eyes closed, his