Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 177

She was kicking herself a bit for actually losing her memory, which left her feeling a bit too helpless in dealing with all these issues.

She pulled out the small notebook she had snagged from the Bradford family. The words were scribbled with such force; it was obvious her emotions were all over the place when she wrote them.

Why couldn't she trust Dylan?

Since waking up, something told her Dylan wasn't all that bad. She rubbed her temples, trying to piece things together, but it was no use, so she decided to let it go for the moment. She’d look up the name Hugh first thing in the morning.

The next morning, as she was heading out, she bumped into Scarlette. Knowing Scarlette's knack for business, she figured she'd ask her about Hugh. Scarlette had connections all over town and promised to ask around.

Half an hour later, Clara got the scoop on Hugh, and it blew her mind. Hugh turned out to be the son of Quinn’s adoptive parents!

Since he wasn't anyone of note, the details were sketchy and only mentioned that Hugh had randomly slipped into a coma six years ago. But the real kicker was, when did Clara even meet him? And why did she shell out so much money to keep him in the hospital?

She glanced again at the info on Hugh's adoptive parents. His father was called Ashton, and his mother was June. Five years ago, Ashton got slapped with a twenty-year sentence for rape and murder, while June had been fighting to clear his name for years.

Unfortunately, she lacked any evidence and eventually lost her grip on reality, and no one knew where she was now. A criminal dad, a brother in a coma, and a mom who’d lost her marbles—at first glance, Quinn seemed pretty hard done by. But the twist was, that Ashton's crime lined up with the year Quinn joined the Bradford family, and Hugh’s coma happened a year before that. Nobody had a clue what went down.

Knowing he wasn't a fan of hers, Clara didn’t press for more info. She grabbed the folder and set off.

Lakeside Restaurant was famous for its breakfast, and it was easy on the stomach too. She found out which private room Dylan was in, and just as she was about to enter, she heard a man's voice. "This proposal probably won't fly. My sister came up with it when she was still at the company. Only she knew the follow-up plans, and now that she's not around, I don't know who slipped this into the folder—it must have been a mix-up." The voice belonged to Nicholas.

As Clara nudged the door open a crack, someone tapped her on the shoulder—it was Scarlette.

She was a bit taken aback. "Scarlette? You're having breakfast here too?" As soon as she said Scarlette's name, there was a crash from inside as a cup hit the floor.