Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 586

The commotion drew glances from everyone nearby. Aaron cleared his throat a few times and looked over. “Simon, you seem out of it.”

Simon kept his head down, staring at the blood on his palm where his fingernails had dug in. He masked the bitterness in his eyes.

“Just... family stuff getting to me,” he muttered.

The room fell silent again, everyone quietly focusing on their food.

After dinner, Walter called Dylan aside.

“Go check on your mother. Is your back any better?”

It still wasn’t fully healed—just scabbed over.

“Yeah,” Dylan replied.

He wheeled himself toward the family shrine. The chapel was a long way from the main hall, down several echoing corridors. Above the door, an ornate plaque read “Ferguson Family Chapel.” Inside, a few golden prayer cushions were spread out. Mrs. Ferguson was already kneeling on one, her back straight and composed.

The incense burning here was a special blend—its scent was unique, impossible to find anywhere else.

“Mother,” Dylan called softly.

Mrs. Ferguson’s fingers paused on her prayer beads. She opened her eyes slowly, as if surfacing from deep thought.

“I heard you were disciplined a few days ago. Are you feeling better?” she asked.

“I’m fine.”

She stood, lit a stick of incense, and placed it in the burner. The smoke curled between them.

“When you were abroad, didn’t they say you’d be starting rehab for your legs?”

Dylan nodded. “Yeah.”

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