Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 130

On her way to the hospital, Clara made sure to blend in. The Bradford family's security team was on the lookout for her, and ending up in a mental institution wasn't an option—nobody would be coming to her rescue anytime soon.

Once she reached the hospital, she tailed a nurse into the changing room and slipped into a nurse's uniform, complete with a mask and glasses.

After hanging around for what felt like ages, she finally saw Quinn stepping out of a patient room.

Quinn headed straight for the doctor's office and walked in without knocking.

The doctor greeted her with a polite nod. "Miss Quinn, please sit down."

Quinn wasn't in a good mood. "Didn't I ask you to quit?"

The whole miscarriage was sure to cause a stir within the Ferguson family, and she needed the doctor gone to avoid any future mess.

The doctor looked uneasy. "But I'm up for a promotion next month. I swear I won't tell a soul."

Quinn smirked, her eyes narrowing. "What, three million isn't enough to keep you quiet?"

Sweat began to form on the doctor's forehead as he grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.

Quinn was losing her temper. "You have three days to quit from this hospital."

With that, she turned on her heel and headed back to her room.

The moment Quinn was out the door, Clara slipped into the office.

Dr. Gribble, the doctor, sat back in his chair, letting out a heavy sigh.

Clara finished up, placing the meds on the tray.

Dr. Gribble, now visibly shaken, shot up from his chair. "Is that true?!"

"Yeah."

He dabbed his forehead again, his hands trembling slightly.

"You should leave," he said.

Clara had sown a seed of panic in his heart, and he was already jittery about his part in the fake miscarriage. Additionally, Quinn's demeanor put him on edge.

Later that night, as Dr. Gribble drove home from his shift, he narrowly avoided a collision with a truck that came barreling toward him at an intersection. It missed him by mere seconds.