Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 415

She dashed to the abbey as soon as she got there, heading straight to where Naomi stayed. It was already late, and Naomi was still outside, doing laundry by herself. Sarah watched, thinking Naomi didn't seem like someone who had lived a life of luxury. Now, she seemed so simple, with a few dull, gray clothes hanging on a line in the yard. But Megan had shown her a photo—it was definitely Naomi.

Sarah rushed over and knelt down in front of her. "Naomi, I'm Ryan's girlfriend. I'm pregnant with his child, and Clara's trying to force me into getting an abortion. Please, I need your help. I genuinely love Ryan and want to keep this baby."

Naomi hadn't been involved with city affairs for a long time. Hearing this, she slowly stopped her work. Sarah's eyes were puffy from crying, and she seemed genuinely attached to Ryan.

Naomi took a moment before glancing at Sarah's belly. "What did you say?"

Sarah rubbed her eyes hard. "I'm pregnant with Ryan's child. You're going to be a grandmother."

At Naomi's age, the thought of a grandchild was exciting, but she quickly realized—how old was Ryan? She said nothing, going back to her washing.

Sarah started to panic. If Naomi didn't care, her trip here would be pointless. "Naomi, Ryan and I are young. We got drunk, and it just happened... I only realized I was pregnant when my period was late. I promise I'll keep my distance from Ryan after having this baby. My family doesn't care about me, and Ryan and this child are the only love I have. Please, I'm begging you."

She hit her forehead against the floor, shaking with sobs. "I begged Clara, but she wouldn't budge. I woke up in the hospital."

Naomi paused, noticing the blood on the floor, and couldn't ignore it. "Does Ryan love you?"

"He does! You're his mom; you know he's responsible. But Clara influences him, and I'm scared she'll change his mind. Please, Naomi, just talk to Clara and let me have this baby. I'll never bother you again. I'm desperate."

Sarah had a knack for playing the tragic heroine. Naomi dried her hands, her eyes drifting back to Sarah's belly. After a while, she stood up. "Let's go see Ryan."

Sarah's eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face. She drove Naomi to where Ryan was. It was already nine at night, and the guards didn't recognize Naomi. Clara had told them not to let anyone in without permission, so they hesitated.

Naomi felt a flicker of comfort seeing the glass. Ryan didn't know what to say, so he blurted out, "Quinn's in a coma. She'll never wake up."

Crash. The glass slipped from Naomi's hand, shattering on the floor. Ryan's lips twitched. "You wanted to know what's wrong? I got dragged into this mess because of Quinn."

Naomi almost fainted, the world around her spinning. Ryan crouched down slowly, picking up the pieces. "Mom, I'm just scared you'll fight with Clara when she gets here. Dad's gone. All I care about now is you and Clara. Please, don't fight. If Clara leaves me, I'll be devastated."

Naomi started trembling, leaning on Sarah for support. Sarah quickly chimed in, "Ryan, don't you care about me?"

Ryan ignored her, continuing his confession to Naomi. "Every day here is tough. It's even harder knowing how our family ended up like this. But it's all because of what you did in the past, Mom."

Naomi raised a hand to her forehead, looking like she might faint, just as Clara walked in. Ryan's eyes brightened when he saw her, but the light quickly dimmed.