Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 893

Ryan stopped short, second-guessing himself. Would Clara really want to hear people gossip about Dylan like this?

Dylan used to be untouchable-king of his own world, always out of reach. Even after the accident, when he was stuck in a wheelchair, nobody dared say a thing. But now, it was like he'd lost everything.

Clara pulled up to Palm Bay, barely slowing down. The guard at the gate just waved her through without a word.

She pressed her thumb to the door's fingerprint scanner, stepped inside, and didn't even bother to take off her shoes. She headed straight for the stairs, heels clicking on the floor.

She had to see for herself what Dylan was doing. Wasn't he the one who said they'd get divorced once he was feeling better?

So why was she so angry? She couldn't even figure it out herself—just this simmering frustration burning inside her.

As soon as she walked in, the housekeeper's face lit up in relief. “Ma’am!”

"You're finally home! Thank goodness. We've all been so worried. Sir hasn't eaten in days, he won't see anyone, and if he fainted, we wouldn't even know. Aiden's tried to talk him into it, but nothing works. Please, ma'am, maybe you can get through to him."

Clara stopped in her tracks, thinking she must have misheard.

else would he do this to himself? We've all been waiting for you to come back. You wouldn't answer our calls, and we were

tugging Clara

full of static as she let herself be pulled straight to

her eyes, then knocked. “Sir, maʼam is here to

The housekeeper panicked and pushed the

again, but Dylan was stretched out on the bed, pale as

a split second, Clara thought he

finally, he opened

which had been in her throat, finally

his voice

happiness in his tone, but he seemed to catch

told her before—once he felt better,

sick, so clearly, that conversation was

he could be. If he wanted something he'd go to any lengths, even

stood there, taking in how much weight he'd