Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 594

A figure slipped out from behind the hanging canvas, cloaked in darkness—just like that shadowy man from Palm Bay. Only his sharp, almost icy eyes were visible.

Dylan didn’t spare him a glance. Instead, he studied the dense rows of memorial tablets lining the ancestral hall.

The man came closer, stopping a few steps away before bowing and dropping to one knee.

Finally, Dylan’s eyes moved from the tablets to the kneeling figure.

His lips parted twice before a soft, almost amused laugh escaped.

“Show me your face.”

The man hesitated, bowing his head even lower, pretending not to hear.

Dylan leaned forward and tugged back the hood covering the man’s head.

Dark hair, then a black mask beneath.

“Look up.”

The man obeyed, lifting his head slowly, those fierce eyes still giving nothing away.

Dylan gently pulled the hood back into place. Just those eyes alone—so out of place.

But from Walter to Mrs. Ferguson, no one had ever noticed.

No one had really looked at those eyes. Or maybe, they just never cared about the Ferguson son they’d thrown away years ago.

No one cared how he was getting by.

A discarded pawn is just that—forgotten.

The man on one knee stayed silent. Dylan, still expressionless, turned his wheelchair and spoke in a toneless voice.

“Go where you’re needed.”

“Yes.”

That was all the man said before disappearing as quietly as he’d come.

The whole thing had taken less than ten minutes.

When Dylan wheeled out of the solemn hall, he spotted Walter sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard. Walter looked surprised to see him emerge so quickly, then seemed relieved.

“I thought you’d talk to him longer. You’ve wanted to see him for years, after all.”

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