Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 172

Chapter 172

"The situation right now is as good as it gets. The government even offered to move Hugh to a better hospital

and bring in sforeign experts for a consultation. But honestly, I'm well aware of Hugh's condition. We've

exhausted every possible option. At this point, it's all up to fate whether he wakes up or not."

Clara glanced at the chart hanging on the door. The guy's nwas Hugh, and he looked to be about twenty-

five with incredibly handsfeatures. She couldn't quite figure out what her pre-amnesia self had to do with

this man or why she was shelling out big bucks to keep him here.

Calix's eyes were filled with such sincerity and gratitude that she couldn't bring herself to spill the real reason for

her visit.

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"| just dropped by to check in. Nothing else is on my agenda today. I'll be back later. Take care of yourself."

"Sure thing. You take care too. Eat something. You look like you could use it."

As Clara walked out of the hospital and headed back to her car, she heard someone trailing behind her.

Today, Simon was like a quiet little shadow, barely saying a word. Now, he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Who

the heck is this Hugh? Clara, how many secrets are you keeping from me? Were you pretending to chase after

His accusatory tone left Clara feeling completely baffled. "Simon, do | need to remind you? You're about to get

married. We've already had our talk, and it's tfor both of us to move on."

Simon slammed his hand against the car door. "If it was all just an act, then our talk meant nothing! | swear,

once | get to the bottom of things, we'll settle this."

His eyes were bloodshot as if he'd been seriously rattled.

Back in the day, everyone in town knew Clara was hopelessly devoted to him. She had chased after him for

years. Now, he was starting to suspect that the woman he underestimated might have been sneaking around

with someone else. It made him uneasy, stirring up a dark, destructive urge within him.

The disdain on Clara's face only made his eyes redden further.

"You need to take what | told you in the office seriously. Be careful with Dylan. He's not as pure-hearted as he

seems. Dylan climbed to his position by stepping over a lot of people. He's wrecked many lives. Clara, if you

think he's a good guy, it's all just an act."

Simon was Dylan's nephew, and listening to him badmouth Dylan like this was shocking.

Since Dylan took over Ferguson Corporation, their stock had skyrocketed. Even after his accident, everyone still

saw him as a business genius. Plus, despite all the times she'd crossed Dylan, he never held a grudge, showing

incredible character.

He never trashed anyone behind their back, especially not Simon. Simon had no business running his mouth

here.

Clara hit the gas, not in the mood to hear another word.

Simon stood there, feeling as if ice water had been poured through his veins. He hated himself. He never wanted

to believe Clara's amnesia was real and did things that only pushed her away. Now, she wouldn't listen to a thing

he said, and he was already losing the race.

Meanwhile, Dylan, the crafty devil, had been carefully crafting an image of innocence and kindness, making

Clara trust him completely.

‘Damn it!" Simon cursed.