Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 134

Clara stood with her back to him, raising an eyebrow slightly as her tone softened. "Can you really promise me? No matter how things shake out, you won't take Quinn's side."

Seeing how much she cared, Simon felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "I promise."

He stepped closer, gently turning her to face him, resting his hands on her shoulders. "Do you still have feelings for me?"

That question was one he truly needed an answer to.

Clara knew she had him right where she wanted and figured a little white lie couldn't hurt. "Maybe I do. Even if I can't remember, your actions still get to me."

Simon, pleased with her response, gave her cheek a playful pinch. "I won't let them take you to a mental institution, at least not until we get to the bottom of this."

Inside, Clara rolled her eyes, but outwardly, she put on a grateful face. "Alright."

She turned and walked briskly down the hallway, catching a glimpse of what she thought was Dylan's coat. She picked up her pace and realized there was no one there. It must've been a trick of the light. Dylan should be at work, not here at the hospital.

Quinn was behind her door and had caught the whole exchange. She was freaking out, and needed to get that doctor out of there pronto. There would be no loose ends! She watched Simon head towards the doctor's room through the small window in the door, and her nerves spiked.

Simon was now sitting across from Dr. Gribble, the very doctor who'd delivered the bad news. Dr. Gribble, having overheard everything, was sweating bullets, his nerves shot and his mind foggy from lack of sleep.

Even though Simon wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, being part of the Ferguson family carried a certain weight that you couldn't ignore.

"Dr. Gribble, you're sure Quinn's child is... gone, right?"

Dr. Gribble wiped his brow, his lips quivering as he tried to answer, but a knock interrupted—a nurse appeared at the door.

"Dr. Gribble, Ms. Quinn just got sick. You should check on her."

A chill ran down Dr. Gribble's spine as he stood up immediately. "Mr. Simon, sorry, I need to attend to Ms. Quinn."

Simon followed him to Quinn’s room.