Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 771

But for the next few hours, she actually got some real sleep.

At six in the morning, a maid knocked on her door, announcing another call from the old estate.

Clara rushed through her routine and hurried downstairs. Dylan was already waiting, looking perfectly put together.

She grabbed a quick breakfast, then asked, “Is today going to be complicated?”

Dylan’s face was calm and warm as he nodded.

Clara took a few extra bites and stuffed some bread into her bag for later—just in case.

On the drive over, she stared out the window at the scenery flying by. “Do you think your grandfather’s going to give you a hard time today?”

Ever since the fire at the temple, the old man had been eerily quiet. Clara had no clue what he was plotting, and the uncertainty made her uneasy.

She gave Dylan a worried look and said, “If they try to make you sign something unfair, promise you’ll say no.”

Dylan always handled the Ferguson family’s pressure with such a cool head. Sometimes Clara worried he wouldn’t stand up for himself.

He glanced at her, then looked back out the window, a faint smirk on his lips. “Yeah, I know.”

Her eyes dropped to his hands—he was still wearing his wedding ring. He’d never once taken it off.

When they arrived at the old manor, the place was already draped in mourning banners and white flowers.

Dylan was in his wheelchair, as usual, and Clara pushed him inside. She could feel the Ferguson family’s eyes on her—blank, cold, and full of a disgust they didn’t even bother to hide, like she was something rotten they couldn’t wait to get rid of.

She kept her head down and pushed Dylan into the main hall, where the old man was waiting.

But before the patriarch could say a word, Lucius jumped in.

Lucius’s wife, Kayla, had just been kicked out by the Fergusons. Even if he’d always been a pushover, today he couldn’t hold back.

“Dylan, you know your mother died because of her, and you still bring her here? Are you really going to let your mother go to her grave like this?”

Clara wasn’t stupid. If she tried to say the fire was the old man’s doing right now, she’d never make it out of the Ferguson house alive. They’d all just call her crazy, and it would only make them angrier.

So, for now, the truth about the fire stayed buried in her heart.

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