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.”

Walter calmly sipped his tea. “Probably. You know how she is—never hesitates. You left Clara at Palm Bay. How do you think the Warren family feels about Tara now? Tara was raised to be your wife. You used to like her, didn’t you? Maybe you don’t remember, but you promised you’d marry her.”

Dylan didn’t respond, steering his wheelchair toward the exit.

Aiden hurried to catch up, but Walter called after him, “You stay. I need a word with you.”

Aiden paused, stiffening.

A few steps ahead, Dylan stopped too. “Father, my people answer to me. If the ancestors are upset that Aiden entered the chapel, their blame falls on me.”

The Ferguson family’s ancestral hall was sacred. Outsiders weren’t allowed in.

Aiden had broken a major rule by coming in to find Dylan.

Family punishment would be the least of it—he’d be lucky to survive at all.

Walter sighed, still holding his teacup.

“You’re getting more and more protective.”

Aiden straightened up, pushing the wheelchair with a bit more pride.