Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 811

Richard’s hand trembled around his cigarette when the gunshot rang out from inside the car. He froze, uncertain what had just happened.

He tossed the cigarette into the trash and yanked open the car door.

Inside, Dylan was holding Clara tightly, his hands shaking so badly he seemed lost, helpless.

A flicker of turmoil passed through Richard’s eyes. “We should get her to a hospital.”

Dylan tried to lift Clara, desperate to help, but his arms wouldn’t cooperate—they felt weak and numb.

Without hesitation, Richard took Clara from him and hurried toward the hospital.

Dylan stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds, everything around him spinning. The ground felt soft and unreal beneath his feet, the world blurring at the edges. All he could see was the scene that had just played out, looping in his mind like a nightmare he couldn’t shake.

He stumbled through the hospital corridor in a daze, watching as doctors swarmed around Clara, working frantically.

Her face was ghostly pale, but she hadn’t fainted. Her eyes stayed shut, sweat trickling down her forehead.

After the bullet was removed, Clara leaned against the bed, silent, looking as fragile as glass.

Dylan stood at her bedside, just staring at her.

Clara didn’t look at him. She didn’t speak, didn’t ask for anything.

After a long, heavy pause, Dylan suddenly turned and walked out without a word.

Clara pressed her lips together, still saying nothing.

She’d been recovering here for weeks, never stepping outside Palm Bay. But her worry for Dylan had only grown, wearing her down until she was little more than skin and bone.

Richard showed up at the doorway, surprised to see Dylan storming out, radiating anger.

“Dylan, where are you going?” he called out.

But Dylan just kept walking, silent and unreachable.

Richard rubbed his forehead and walked into Clara’s room, letting out a slow breath. “You two are unbelievable. Guns aren’t toys, you know?”

Especially when you turn one on yourself. If Dylan ever comes to grips with what happened, this will haunt him more than anything else.

Clara really was ruthless.

Not just with others—worst of all, with herself.

Richard was quiet for a moment, then managed, “Dylan will probably bring the specialists back. I’ll take you home to Palm Bay.”

Clara turned to the window, biting her lip, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

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