Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 615

Clara couldn’t believe how vicious these people were. They all came from the same village—why were they treating each other like enemies?

Clearly, Emily had held back when she warned Clara about the wellness center that morning. The people who worked there didn’t value anyone’s life but their own.

They had to have some serious backing. No one would act this bold otherwise.

Clara tried to move toward Emily, wanting to help her up, but the men blocked her, their eyes filled with something ugly.

“Hey, pretty girl,” one of them sneered. “Don’t say we didn’t warn you. In this village, you don’t get to call the shots. Keep being stubborn, and the Bolton girl will die right in front of you tonight.”

Emily was barely hanging on, struggling to get to her feet.

Clara’s heart raced. She was terrified they’d start beating Emily again, so she blurted, “I’ll go with you. Just leave her alone.”

There was still an elderly member of the Bolton family—if Emily died, who would care for the sick old man?

Just as they started forcing her toward the door, a frail, cracked voice broke through the tension, full of regret.

“Sins… all sins…”

Clara had never actually seen the old man since she arrived at the Boltons’—just heard him coughing from the back room. Now she finally saw him: thin as a skeleton, one leg dragging, limping toward Emily on unsteady feet. Halfway there, he fell, but instead of giving up, he crawled the rest of the way to reach her.

Clara’s chest tightened with guilt. If she hadn’t come here, none of this would’ve happened. Emily wouldn’t be suffering now.

She was about to apologize when the men burst out laughing, as if watching the old man struggle on the floor was the most entertaining thing in the world.

A flash of cold anger passed through Clara’s eyes just as the old man spoke, his voice trembling. “Clara, if you can run, then run. There’s not a single decent soul in that place. If you go in, you won’t come out whole. My wife died in there. Pan’s parents… they didn’t leave for work—they’re buried in that place. I lied and told her they found jobs, but even her brother’s gone. All dead. Every last one of them.”

Clara felt like her heart stopped. She’d been thinking about going to the wellness center herself to see what was really going on, but hearing this, the place sounded more like a nightmare than a hospital.

She took a deep breath and, in one smooth motion, pulled out the gun she’d tucked behind her back. Without hesitation, she fired.

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