Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 880

Chapter 880

The doctor looked worn out. After putting away the equipment, he slipped out of the room without another word.

Clara sat by the bed, her eyes lingering on the man lying there. Something in her chest twisted painfully.

She reached out, took his hand, and was about to say something when his eyes snapped open.

His gaze was distant and empty, like something inside him had just collapsed, leaving nothing but silence behind.

Clara's heart clenched. She squeezed his hand harder. "Dylan?”

He didn't seem to hear her. Instead, he tried to sit up.

Clara pressed him back down. "You're hurt. You need to rest, okay?"

He ignored her, brushing her hand away like she wasn't even there.

Frustration surged through her. Without thinking, she gave him a quick, sharp chop to the side of his neck.

His eyes fluttered, then rolled back. He passed out cold.

Clara sank back into the chair beside him. She wasn't sure how long she sat there, lost in a fog of exhaustion, before her phone finally rang.

It was Richard, calling for Dylan.

"How's it going? Are you inside?" he asked.

"I am," Clara replied quietly. "But he's really hurt. Do you know who did this?"


head to North America in two weeks, just like we planned. It's risky over there. With these injuries, he should really take some

glanced at the thick bandages around Dylan's waist and legs, imagining what kind of wounds they

she said after

she was left with this restless, empty feeling-like she

"Clara."

still sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed

bending over him. "I'm here. What is

lost in

something else, but

sharply. She had no idea what he was

coma and didn't wake up

someone from the house took Clara upstairs and found her a

just kept wandering around the castle, drifting through hallway after hallway. When she stopped


to stop

pushed the door open. The room was empty-completely

kid here, there should've been toys, something left behind. But there

second, she even wondered if

to perfection, but there was

any staff, either-after all that wandering, she'd only bumped

to be noisy, full of energy. How could

the unease clinging

the morning she woke up and sensed someone else was there. She opened her

she was hallucinating. She shot up.

stood in the sunlight, the glass glowing gold behind him. He didn't

just said, "Let's go.

even paler

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