Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 124

The nurse wheeled Quinn out just then.

Quinn sat in the wheelchair, looking as pale as a sheet. The moment she spotted Naomi, tears began to cascade down her cheeks. "Mom..."

Naomi's heart felt like it was breaking as she pulled Quinn into a tight hug. "Quinn, you'll have more kids in the future, sweetheart."

Quinn gave a faint smile. "Yes, there will be more. Please don't blame Clara; it was my fault for losing my footing. She had nothing to do with it."

Seeing Quinn still standing up for Clara made Naomi's blood boil.

"Enough, stop defending her! You've let her get away with too much over the years, and now she's out of control!"

Naomi held Quinn close. Her eyes were fixed on Clara with disdain. "Clara, I really think you have a mental problem. We had plans to keep you at the Bradford estate, but look at the mess you've caused! I'm having you sent to a psychiatric hospital to reflect on your actions!"

Clara glanced at Quinn, who stayed nestled in Naomi's embrace, a sly smile tugging at her lips. She had bribed the doctors to fake a miscarriage, setting the stage for this moment. Now Clara was in deep trouble, and she couldn't be more deserving of it!

With tears streaming even harder, she turned to Simon. "Simon, I'm sorry. I failed to protect our child."

Simon was in shock throughout the ordeal. The child had come so unexpectedly and was gone just as fast, leaving him feeling numb. He held Quinn in his arms, listening to her sobs, his heart a tangled mess.

A dark thought crept in: if everyone in the city believed Clara was mentally unstable, she'd never make it into the Ferguson family. Whether her thing with Dylan was real or not, the news would make sure she couldn't pass his grandfather's scrutiny.

Just like before, he kept silent, resting a reassuring hand on Quinn's back, gently patting as if to comfort her.

If Clara didn’t leave soon, the Bradford family guards would show up, and she'd be stuck. She quickly turned and headed down the hallway.

Naomi was so furious she nearly fainted, immediately calling the Bradford family guards to have Clara caught.

Clara moved fast, but after leaving the hospital, she was at a loss for where to go.

Naomi knew where she lived, and the guards would definitely head there. It'd be like shooting fish in a barrel.

Going to Megan wasn’t an option either; Megan was her only friend, and she didn't want to drag her into this mess.

Clara parked her car on the outskirts, uncertain of where to hide from the Bradford family.

The rain poured down, making a racket against the car windows. She slowly drove off, but within a few hundred meters, she got hit hard.

“Bang!”

She saw the people getting out of the other car and realized they were Bradford family guards. She quickly abandoned the car, darting into the traffic.

The constant flow of cars was dangerous, leaving the guards helpless on the other side of the road, watching her disappear into the distance.

Clara was soaked to the bone and flagged down a cab.

But when the driver asked, “Where to?” she hugged herself, suddenly unsure.

So he had figured it out.

She awkwardly smiled. “Not only do I have nowhere to go, but people are trying to catch me. Mr. Dylan, could I hide out at your place for a few days?”

Dylan didn’t look at her and only gave a simple “Mm.”

Clara quickly followed, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you, I really don’t know how to thank you enough.”

She got into the car with him, eagerly closing the door.

Dylan's car was high-end, and she felt guilty about the state she was in. As she hesitated, a towel was handed to her.

Clara had a fragile appearance. Yet beneath that fragility was a trace of resilience; she had never been one to cling to others.

She casually dried her hair, letting out a sigh.

The car began to move, and through the window, she saw the guards who had come for her, questioning people outside Moonlight.

Her face paled as she instinctively leaned toward Dylan.

Dylan caught a faint scent from her, his gaze landing on the faint mark below her collarbone. The mark remained, like a badge of honor.

And at that moment, she was like a stray puppy with nowhere to go, looking utterly pitiful.