Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 870

Clara had no choice but to keep running. She sprinted for what felt like ages before finally spotting an old woman up ahead.

But memories of that little girl flashed through her mind, and Clara hesitated. She didn’t want to talk to anyone—she just wanted to get as far away as possible. Before she could slip past, though, the old woman called out to her.

“You new here? How odd. No one new shows up in this place anymore. It’s been years since I’ve seen a fresh face.”

A flicker of caution crossed Clara’s eyes. She was about to make a move when a sudden gust of wind shot past her—her relentless pursuer was back.

Seriously? This experiment just wouldn’t give up.

She dodged out of the way, but her injured shoulder caught a hit, making her suck in a sharp breath. The experiment, also new to this place and obviously lost, didn’t hesitate to attack her again as soon as he saw her.

The old woman quickly stepped between them. “You’re both new, right? Stop fighting. Come with me—today’s the day you get your assignments.”

Clara clutched her shoulder and glanced at the experiment. He didn’t show a hint of emotion. Without warning, he kicked the old woman across the room.

The sight sent a chill down Clara’s spine.

He didn’t have even the slightest sense of compassion. Raised on meds, he’d never learned right from wrong. His master was Jules now, so he just followed orders—even if it meant killing Clara.

The old woman hit the wall hard and coughed up blood.

Clara rushed over and helped her up. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

The old woman shook her head, clearly rattled by the experiment’s intent, and gripped Clara’s hand in panic. “Come with me. This way.”

Clara followed her into a side room. The hallway stretched on and on, with no end in sight. The experiment followed close behind.

Suddenly, the old woman made a desperate move—she hit a switch and set off an explosion, blasting the door shut behind them.

Clara just stared in disbelief. The way forward was blocked, and now the exit was destroyed too. Was the old woman trying to trap them all in here?

The old woman slumped against the wall, her face ashen. “You all have to die. No one except staff is allowed to live here. I did my duty. I did my duty!”

Clara had learned to be wary after what happened with the little girl, but she hadn’t expected someone this old to be so eager for recognition.

The old woman’s eyes were clouded as she wiped the blood from her mouth. “Maybe now I can leave. It’s been twenty years... I should finally be able to go.”

The experiment didn’t care. He probably didn’t even understand. He just walked over and, with a single brutal kick, finished the old woman off.

Then he turned to Clara.

He kept guarding his food, eyes red and wild, looking like he could snap at any second.

After a few tense minutes, he must have realized Clara wasn’t trying to hurt him. Slowly, he let the meat go.

The pantry turned out to be a tiny kitchen—probably the old woman’s. She’d clearly meant to trap them both in here.

Clara turned on the stove and started cooking the meat. The space was cramped but well-stocked—even butter, which was a luxury in this place.

She seared the meat, cracked a couple of eggs into the pan, and finally arranged everything in a bowl with a drizzle of sauce.

The whole time she cooked, the experiment stood there, swallowing hard and wiping his mouth.

When Clara set the bowl in front of him, he immediately grabbed the steak with both hands and tore into it like he hadn’t eaten in days.

Clara watched, her lashes lowered.

He really was handsome—striking, in a way that reminded her so much of Charles it was almost uncanny.

If they weren’t related by blood, how could someone look so much like him? Was there really some kind of connection between the two?