Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Her hand slowly clenched tighter and tighter until shards of glass dug into her skin, with blood trickling down.

She looked terrifying now. Blood was staining her legs, her palms, and even her neck.

Whenever she felt the fog of unconsciousness creeping in, she'd squeeze the broken glass deliberately, forcing

herself to stay awake. Nate figured she could only hold out for ten minutes tops, but a solid half-hour had

passed, and there she was, standing firm as ever.

‘Damn, how is she so tough!" he thought, taking a deep breath before dialing Naomi's number. "Naomi, your

daughter's really putting up a fight. What should | do? I'm worried it could get dangerous."

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He wasn't shy about making the call right in front of Clara. He wanted her to know Naomi was behind all of this.

Meanwhile, Naomi was glued to Quinn's bedside. Quinn had cried herself hoarse, thrown up several times, and

was incredibly frail. Hearing about Clara had Quinn on edge, swaying by the window. "Mom, | really can't handle

hearing about my sister. | just want it all to end."

Naomi, panicking, instructed Nate, "Quinn's in a bad way. As for Clara, do whatever you need to. If she dies, she

dies. I'll act like she was never mine."

She hung up quickly and grabbed Quinn's wrist. "Quinn, don't do anything rash. I've got Nate taking care of your

sister. You wanted them married, right? It'll happen soon."

Quinn's eyes sparkled with

satisfaction, her tic flair had done the trick. Naomi sighed in relief, guiding her to sit on the bed. "Don't

worry about a thing. You bond with Simon is something Walter himself acknowledged."

The mention of Walter inevitably brought Dylan to Quinn's mind. Her heart warmed as she remembered those

early days with the Bradford family. She had attended a Ferguson family party and spotted Dylan, the epitof

perfection.

Back then, Dylan had even tossed a few words her way, leaving her flustered and speechless. While she saw

Simon as a prize to be claimed, she also dreamed of a flawless man like Dylan falling for her. Even as he was

confined to a wheelchair and no longer perfect, he remained just out of reach.

With her wedding looming, she couldn't help but ask about Dylan. "Mom, has

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Grandpa Walter ever mentioned Dylan's plans for marriage?"

Naomi knew Dylan's reputation well;

everyone in town did. Even after

vanishing for two years, he still graced the pages of internationaf business magazines. The Bradford family might

approve of Simon, but Dylan was untouchable.

"I'm not sure, but over the years, he hasn't been seen with any women. His business is none of ours, and you

should steer clear of mentioning him. The Ferguson family already blames your sister for what happened to him."

Quinn felt a smug satisfaction knowing the Ferguson family accepted her but not Clara. In a way, she'd already

left Clara in the dust.