Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 773

The old man raised his hand, about to strike again, but Clara darted forward and blocked him.

No one knew how she slipped past the men in black holding her back.

She crouched in front of Dylan, her hand gently cupping his cheek, eyes full of worry. “Does it hurt?”

Blood still stained the corner of his lips, but he managed a small smile and shook his head.

A wild, furious energy burned inside Clara. She wanted to scream, to lash out. “Alright. If being the heir makes you this miserable, then don’t do it.”

She tried to pull Dylan away, but suddenly a dozen men in black drew their guns, pointing them straight at her and Dylan.

Clara froze, her expression turning cold.

The old man’s voice was quiet but deadly. “If he’s not the Ferguson heir, he’s not one of us. Outsiders can’t enter the family crypt. If you try, you’re asking to die.”

Clara wanted to curse him—how could he be so utterly heartless?

But she couldn’t take the risk. What if these men really fired? The old man had been cruel enough to hurt his own wife. Killing his son clearly meant nothing to him. All he wanted was a perfectly obedient heir—a pawn to move as he pleased.

Her hand fell away from Dylan. Then she heard the old man say, “Dylan’s already lost consciousness. Clara, do you even know what I gave him? Without the antidote in an hour, he’s dead. Where do you think you can take him? You really believe a girl from a small family like yours can protect him? That you deserve to stand by his side?”

Clara barely registered the insult—her only concern was Dylan.

He really was about to pass out.

She held his face, voice soft but urgent. “Dylan, can you hear me?”

Dylan forced his eyes open, sweat pouring down his face. When he saw her, he managed a weak smile.

Clara’s heart twisted painfully. She glared at the old man. “What do you want from me? What will it take for you to let him go?”

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