Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 233

Chapter 233

As June left the morgue, Clara found herself at a loss for words. She wanted to help sort out things for South

Ashford, but June just shook her head and insisted on taking the bus. Clara didn't push further and simply stood

there offering, "If you need anything, just givea call." June nodded from the bus window, leaned back in her

seat, and drifted off to sleep.

Clara lingered a bit, then turned to Simon, who looked worse for wear. His forehead glistened with sweat, and his

lips were a ghostly white. Just as Clara was about to ask what was wrong, Simon collapsed. Panicked, she rushed

him to the hospital, and when the doctor lifted his shirt, her heart sank at the sight of the brutal whip marks

crisscrossing his back. Swere so deep they reached the bone. How could anyone be so cruel to someone

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from the Ferguson family?

Still in shock, Clara covered her mouth. The Ferguson family wasted no time, and Ada was the first to arrive.

Seeing Clara, Ada lunged to slap her but Clara caught her wrist. Ada trembled with anger, "You jinx! If it weren't

for you, Simon wouldn't be in this mess!"

Clara almost laughed at the absurdity. She didn't even know what had happened to Simon, let alone how it was

her fault. Before she could respond, Lincoln, whom she had seen earlier, walked in. His gaze made her uneasy,

like a predator eyeing its prey, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Clara, maybe you don't know, but Simon burst into

the family estate tonight, begging his grandfather to call off his engagement to Quinn. He confessed he had

regrets and claimed to love you instead. His grandfather had set the wedding date, invitations were sent.

Canceling now would be a slap in his face, and the Ferguson family would be humiliated. So, his grandfather

invoked the family law. Not many can endure it."

Clara's expression darkened. Simon was out of his mind! He'd been secretly involved with Quinn for ages, and

now, on the brink of marrying her, he says he's changed his mind? All because of srecent video of Quinn,

and now he claims to like Clara-a complete joke.

She turned to leave, but Ada snagged her arm. "Clara, you can't just walk away. You have to stay until Simon

wakes up, or I'll never let this go."

Clara took a deep breath, reminding herself that Simon had at least tried to help her this time. So, she stayed,

waiting quietly for him to wake up. Simon's injuries were severe. Doctors spent three long hours attending to his

back wounds, especially where fabric had stuck to the raw skin, tearing it off. Even in his unconscious state,

Simon couldn't help but flinch.

Clara sat in the hallway until dawn, her phone buzzing with a message from Z, "I know everything, don't think |

don't." She had been feeling down, but this message brought a smile to her face. This guy...

She explained everything, reassuring him, "I'll get you a gift later, don't be mad. | won't get tangled up with him

again." His reply was prompt, as always, showing how much he valued her. It warmed her heart. She didn't like

letting people down, and his sincerity had softened her resistance.

"I'm not mad, but you can always count on me." Clara smiled to herself, thinking, "What can a waiter do?" He

probably didn't grasp the extent of the Ferguson family's influence. But surely, working in that kind of place, he

must've picked up on shigh society gossip, right?