Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 153

Meanwhile, Clara and Scarlette made their way back to their apartment. Scarlette, feeling quite satisfied with how the evening had turned out, casually tossed her hair back and extended a friendly hand to Clara. "I dig your vibe. How about we hit the shops together sometime?"

Since waking up, Clara hadn't really connected with anyone other than Megan, so she eagerly accepted the offer. "Sounds great."

Scarlette waved her off with a cheerful, "I'll head home now."

They both retreated to their own spaces. Clara, completely wiped out, took a quick shower and flopped into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

The next day at work, Clara was deep in her tasks when someone mentioned she had visitors waiting downstairs. She was curious and headed down to find Naomi and Ryan there.

Ryan looked a bit uneasy, leaning against a column with his arms crossed, refusing to meet Clara's eyes. Naomi, on the other hand, wasted no time and launched into an accusatory rant. "Why'd you block everyone's numbers and not come home last night? We've been searching everywhere for you. Quinn got kidnapped yesterday, and now she's so scared. That recording is all anyone can talk about. Clara, just admit you faked it."

Clara calmly sat down on a lobby sofa, taking in Naomi's words. "Is that why you're here?"

Naomi plopped down across from her, her tone unwavering. "That is the most pressing issue right now."

"Naomi, why’re you asking me to own up to this? Deep down, you must suspect that the voice on the recording is actually Quinn's, right? There was no faking it. She was trying to set me up and got caught. You don't want her facing public backlash, so you've come to me because I'm the expendable eldest daughter. Who cares if I take the fall?"

Naomi's eyes flickered with guilt. After a pause, she replied, "You've been under fire for so long already. What will one more thing do?"

Without hesitation, Clara grabbed a half-finished iced tea from the coffee table and splashed it over Naomi.

Naomi, dripping wet, looked up in shock.

"Naomi, maybe now you'll think twice. I've told you before, don't speak to me condescendingly. I have no obligation to cover for anyone, especially not Quinn. If you don't want her to suffer, put it on Ryan instead. Or is he too precious?"

Naomi trembled, her lips quivering. "Clara, what happened to you?"

This wasn't the submissive daughter she remembered. Clara tucked her hair behind her ear. "Don't bother me with this again. It's a waste of my time."