Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 128

Eden was a social butterfly with a knack for managing multiple social circles. In no time, word got around that out of sheer jealousy, and everyone knew that Clara had pushed her own sister down the stairs, resulting in a miscarriage.

The Bradford and Ferguson families, who were deep into wedding preparations, suddenly found themselves the subject of scandalous whispers and laughter. Talk about a wedding crasher! No wonder they were fuming.

“Damn it!” Walter shouted, launching the cup from his hand straight at Michael's forehead.

Lately, the drama between Michael and Sonya had been on everyone's lips, and Ada wasn't exactly keeping quiet about it. She was constantly crying to the Fergusons and giving Walter endless headaches. He'd been avoiding everyone for a week, and now with the loss of Simon's first child, things were worse.

Walter's anger was palpable, his face a stormy shade of gray. "Clara's nothing but trouble. Sort her out."

Clara had been the reason Dylan ended up in a wheelchair, and now she'd caused the death of Walter’s great-grandchild. Walter wasn't going to let it slide. No one in the entire Capital would elude Walter’s reach once he set his mind to it.

However, when his men came back, they reported that Clara had holed up in Dylan's estate at Palm Beach.

Walter treasured his youngest son, Dylan, who had been a prodigy since childhood. He had never slipped up. Even after spending two years abroad for his recovery, he'd made a splash on Wall Street. It was as if the family had divine favor. Dylan’s a gem. He couldn't be tarnished by that trash Clara.

But Walter had his pride. As the family patriarch, it wasn't his style to personally deal with the younger generation. So, he checked with the Bradfords and decided to follow their advice. He agreed to lock the jinx away in an asylum. In the meantime, he sent Eden to deal with Dylan.

Clara thought Eden had a thing for Dylan, so she released her grip on Eden’s hand, furrowing her brow as she tried to play it cool. "I'm here to help Mr. Dylan recover."

Eden was floored. She had never met anyone so brazen. Shaking with anger, she lunged at Clara, who was caught off guard and went down.

Eden grabbed a vase, aiming it right at Clara’s face. Clara hadn’t expected such ferocity and tried to block, but the vase shattered, cutting her hand with sharp shards.

Panting heavily, Eden glared with fiery eyes. "I won't let you near Dylan again. You owe it to Quinn’s unborn baby. Clara, I can kill you, and the Fergusons will back me up."