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.

were red-rimmed as she took Clara's sleeve. "We know you and sir had a fight, but he must love you-why else would he do this to himself? We've all been waiting for you to

of the maids actually started crying, tugging Clara upstairs. “Ma'am, please,

of static as

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

housekeeper panicked and pushed the

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

Clara thought he might actually

finally, he opened his

been in her throat, finally settled, like she'd just come

up, coughing, his voice rough. “Why are you

but he seemed to catch

her before—once he felt better, they'd talk

he was sick, so clearly, that conversation was off the

been with him long enough to know exactly how stubborn he could be. If he wanted something he'd go to any

how much weight he'd lost, how