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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

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Chapter 141

Simon's grip on his phone was as tight as a vice. He felt absolutely dreadful. Taking a deep breath, he snapped,

"Just check the news yourselves! The recording of Quinn and the doctor is all over the internet. Do you know how

many people are laughing atright now? They say I'm being played for a fool by a crafty woman!"

He turned on his heel, ready to storm off. Quinn had never seen him this upset before; he'd always kept his cool

around her. Panicked, she rushed after him, fumbling with her phone.

"Simon, what news are you talking about? | honestly have no idea," she pleaded.

As soon as he played the recording, her face went pale with shock. Naomi and Ryan stood there, equally

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stunned.

Quinn's eyes were wide with panic, and she quickly retorted, "This recording is so fake. Someone's setting me

up. It must be Clara framing me, boo hoo."

Naomi believed her without question. Quinn sounded cruel and harsh in the recording. It was nothing like the

gentle soul she knew.

Simon remained rooted to the spot, watching her cry, feeling strangely annoyed. In the past, a single tear from

Quinn would make him melt, but now her tears seemed so forced.

How was she producing so many tears, and why didn't Clara get all weepy like this?

He turned to leave, but Quinn swiftly grabbed his sleeve.

"Simon, | swear, this recording is bogus. With the tech we have today, anyone can mimic my voice. It's really not

me. | swear on everything, if it is, let lightning strike me!"

Simon's brows knit together, his mind a whirlwind. "I need to go hand think. Take care of yourself."

Quinn's tears flowed again, her eyes puffy and red. Naomi wrapped her in a comforting hug and sighed, "I really

don't know who could've faked this recording."

Quinn sobbed, wiping her eyes, "Who else could it be? It has to be my sister. She's getting back at us for sending

her to the asylum. Mom, if everyone thinks I'm the one in the recording, how can | ever show my face again?"

Indeed, if her social circle believed it, how could she ever marry into the Ferguson family? Naomi grew anxious

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too. If Clara did this, they had to find her and get her to clear it up.

"Quinn, don't worry. I'll go find Clara."

Quinn was in a frenzy. Her and Simon's wedding was just around the corner. If this messed everything up, all her

hard work over the years would be for nothing! No, she had to track Clara down and make her admit she faked

the recording. Quinn's confidence cfrom Clara's past kindness. She always handed Quinn the best of

everything. Quinn had always seen it as Clara showing off, so she played the victim.

As twent on, the nicer Clara was, the more people thought she was up to something. Quinn took a deep

breath. She couldn't fight Clara anymore. She needed to patch things up with her and figure out another plan.

Then she thought of Colton and quickly called him, pouring out her frustrations.

"That's seriously not my voice. | have no clue how this happened. If no one believes me, am | done for?"