Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 879

Clara almost laughed at how ridiculous it all was. The world outside was coming apart at the seams, and here was Dylan, hiding out on his own like nothing was happening.

She didn’t hesitate—stepping forward, only to have the masked man at the door block her with a firm hand and an even firmer voice.

“Ma’am, sir isn’t seeing anyone right now.”

“Get out of my way.”

She slapped his hand aside and marched straight in. The man didn’t force her back, just quietly followed after her.

The place was massive—probably three thousand square meters, with endless hallways and echoing rooms. Clara walked for what felt like forever before reaching the inner doors. The inside was something out of a dream: tennis courts, a swimming pool, even a fake snow mountain. Dylan had definitely gone all out when he built this place.

She lowered her eyes, her fingers shaking a little. This was where he kept the child hidden.

If she kept going, there’d be no way to undo it. But she couldn’t let this secret hang between them anymore. She had to know the truth about that child.

She took a deep breath and knocked.

The door opened quickly. The view inside was even more surreal. Clara had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

A housekeeper let her in, while the masked man hovered behind her.

She turned to him. “Where’s the child?”

His answer was stiff and flat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am.”

So loyal, she thought. Even now, still covering for Dylan.

She let out a cold laugh. “Fine. Then where’s Dylan?”

He paused, then gestured for her to follow.

“He was hurt badly. Almost didn’t make it. It’s a good thing you’re back safe, ma’am—otherwise, even if he woke up, he wouldn’t have any peace of mind.”

Clara had come in angry, but seeing Dylan like this, so fragile and pale, she couldn’t keep it up. She just lowered her gaze and quietly sat beside him.

The doctor took a shaky breath, then started cleaning a fresh wound on Dylan’s leg.

That’s when Clara noticed how new the injury was. But Dylan had been hiding here all this time—who could’ve hurt him like this?

She wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come.

Clara nodded, biting down questions she couldn’t quite voice. Why the basement, she wondered? Why not heal somewhere with sunlight, in a house as big as this?