Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 279

The mansion was a blazing inferno, with smoke spiraling into the night sky as the distant wails of firetruck sirens cut through the chaos. Naomi collapsed to the ground, disbelief clouding her vision. She clutched Ryan's shoulders, her voice laced with desperation. "What are you saying? What do you mean?"

Ryan's face was smeared with ash, his eyes devoid of their usual sparkle. "Dad's still inside. The fire started in his room... It's too late... There's no saving him..."

In a frantic rush, Naomi tried to dash into the blaze, only to be scorched by a sudden flare that licked her arm. Tears streamed down her face from the heat and smoke, yet she pushed on, determined to reach him.

Clara sprinted over, yanking Naomi away from the blaze. "Let me go! Let me go! Johnny!!" Naomi struggled fiercely, her nails leaving angry marks on Clara's skin.

Clara, having no other choice, raised her hand and knocked Naomi unconscious. As Naomi went limp, Clara dragged her over to Ryan, who was still in tears, no longer resembling the composed heir he usually was.

"Clara, sobbing..." Ryan cried out, his voice a broken whisper.

Clara, unable to bear his helplessness, slapped him hard. "Stop it! Crying won't solve anything. Think about who could've started this fire. The Bradford family's company needs you now."

Ryan’s face was streaked with soot, his tears carving clean tracks down his cheeks. Wiping his face, he clung to Clara's leg. "Clara, don’t leave me."

Clara's patience was wearing thin, her temples throbbing with frustration, but she resisted the urge to shove him away. She called 911, arranging for an ambulance to take Naomi to safety, then coordinated with the arriving firefighters.

The fire raged on until dawn, leaving only charred ruins in its wake. Clara’s clothes were singed, and she looked as though she’d been dragged through ashes.

Amid the devastation, identifying Johnny’s last resting place was impossible; everything was reduced to soot and ruins. Clara sifted through the remains, the structures crumbling under her touch.

The police arrived to investigate the cause of the blaze. Clara, spotting Ryan sitting dazedly in the distance, hurried to brief the officers. "Please keep me in the loop about any developments. You can reach me directly."

As the officers began their examination, Clara pulled Ryan to his feet. Overnight, tragedy had struck their family, and at nineteen, Ryan was overwhelmed.