Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 157

"When did Quinn start seeing a therapist?"

Clearly, he was shaken too, despite his anger towards Quinn that had been simmering since yesterday. Ryan sat back down, his emotions now settled.

"She started therapy after coming back. Mom said she grew up in an abusive foster home."

Shouldn't someone with severe psychological issues be forgiven for making a small mistake?

Simon glanced at Clara beside him, hesitating before finally speaking up. "Clara, I’m really sorry for the way things went down this time. I promise I won’t jump to conclusions and accuse you again. I've been thinking a lot about Quinn and me these past few days. You’re my fiancée in name, yet I was with her behind your back. That was totally my fault. If you agree to take the blame for this incident, I’ll publicly announce our engagement is off, and we’ll go our separate ways."

Up until now, there hadn’t been an official announcement in their social circle about the broken engagement. Even though Simon and Quinn’s wedding plans were in motion, society was always quick to judge women harshly. As long as the engagement wasn’t officially called off, Clara would be seen as someone who was dumped before even getting to the altar.

She looked into Simon’s eyes, but he couldn’t hold her gaze. She turned to Ryan, who also avoided looking at her.

Clara tapped her fingers lightly on her coffee cup and smiled, "Alright."

She took out her phone and posted on social media: [I fabricated the recording and going around.]

She had a lot of followers, though she couldn’t remember them due to her amnesia. The post quickly got tons of comments, but she didn’t bother reading them and handed the phone over to Simon.

Clara’s attention was already on Dylan’s retreating figure, her heart anxious and in no mood for Simon’s words. She quickly left the café, hurrying after Dylan.

Dylan was surrounded by several executives, likely on their way to the event. Clara caught up to him, trying to take hold of the wheelchair, but Aiden moved it aside.

"Ms. Clara, please just stand by."

She glanced at Dylan, noticing the downturn in the corners of his mouth; he was clearly displeased. "Sorry, Mr. Dylan, I was handling something and got held up for a few minutes."

She assumed his displeasure was due to her tardiness and promptly admitted her mistake. But Dylan didn’t say a word, the tension around him almost tangible.