Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 176

Chapter 176

The grand hall was a whirlwind of chaos. Quinn was down on her knees, tears streaming down her face, looking

utterly heartbroken.

Johnny, clearly at his wit's end, suddenly shouted, "Enough! You'll get the money."

Quinn looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears. "Dad, but he'll just keep coming back. Maybe it's better

to let him leak those photos. | could leave the country tonight and never cback. Our family's been through

enough embarrassment because of me. I'm really sorry."

Johnny's gaze softened with a pang of hurt. Judging from the crazed man at their door, he could guess the kind

of life Quinn had with her adoptive parents. No wonder she had issues.

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He sighed deeply. "It's alright. There's still smoney in the company. I'm getting old; all | want is for you all to

be okay."

The man immediately looked smug, a sly grin spreading across his face. "That's more like it. Quinn, you've got a

good dad now, not like your last one who only saw your beauty."

Quinn shook all over and fainted on the spot, throwing the Bradford hinto even more disarray.

Everyone rushed to get the man out and Johnny transferred the money to his account, worried he'd say

something else to upset Quinn.

Quinn was gently laid on the sofa as the family doctor prepared to give her first aid.

Clara watched the frenzy around her. She had planned to slip out, but then she noticed Ryan standing beside

her, fists clenched, eyes red with worry for Quinn, and she knew she couldn't leave now without looking

heartless.

As Quinn received treatment, Naomi sat nearby, tears flowing as she blotted them with tissues. "I just feel for

Quinn, okay? You all saw how that man acted. God knows what her life was like before. As her mom, | can't even

bear to think about it. | always hate myself for finding her so late."

Nobody said a word.

Clara stood there, silent, mulling over the possibility of Quinn orchestrating this whole scene. She had certainly

turned things in her favor, drawing everyone's sympathy. Next tshe messed up, these folks would defend her

again.

Taking a deep breath, Clara committed the man's face to memory. She was planning to dig into it as soon as she

got home.

It wasn't until deep into the night that Quinn slowly caround. She's too weak to speak, and crying softly.

Naomi held her close, murmuring, "It's alright, it's alright. We're your family. We'll take care of everything. You

just rest."

Seeing this, Clara yawned, relieved she could finally leave.

By the tshe stepped out of the Bradford residence, it was already three in the morning. She settled into her

car and noticed an unread text from Dylan.

It was just a single question mark.

She suddenly recalled promising him earlier at the office that she'd swing by Palm Bay to help him sleep. It was

ridiculously late; surely he was asleep by now, right?

Worried about disturbing him, she drove straight home.

As she lay in bed, the man's face floated in her mind. It seemed familiar, but she just couldn't pin down where

she'd seen him before.