Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 185

Chapter 185

"Clara, Quinn askedto cand comfort you. She didn't mean what she said earlier; she just loses her cool

sometimes and really hates that about herself."

Clara almost chuckled, but Quinn's performance was too convincing-it had everyone fooled.

"Clara, I've got sfree ttoday. How about we head out for a bit? If you're trying to piece together your

memories by revisiting familiar places, | can lend a hand. I've got a spot in mind that you used to hang out at."

That actually sounded useful.

Clara didn't feel like arguing, so she hopped into the car. "Alright, let's go."

Ryan quickly slid into the driver's seat, his smile becoming a bit more genuine. "Sure thing."

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He stepped on the gas, and the car slowly rolled away from the Bradford estate.

Clara couldn't remember anything from her past. As she watched the scenery whiz by outside the window, she

felt curious about where Ryan was taking her.

The car eventually pulled up at a cemetery. It wasn't the one she'd been to with Dylan, but it had the same

solemn vibe.

She got out and gave Ryan a puzzled look.

Ryan scratched his head. "Grandpa's buried here. He used to adore you."

Clara felt a sharp pang in her chest, but she couldn't recall anything beyond that. Ryan hesitated, rubbing his

cheek. "I'm not sure if bringing you here is the right call. You cried for ages when Grandpa passed. He pulled you

aside in his last moments and whispered something just to you. None of us heard it. After that, you refused to

eat until you fainted. You used to visit here whenever you could." Clara felt a throbbing pain in her head as she

slowly walked up the path.

Ryan noticed she still didn't remember and continued. "When Quinn first cinto our family, Grandpa wasn't

her biggest fan. He said she wasn't really on the up and up. But he was getting on in years and had been on

meds for a while. Later, when he found out you jumped in the river for Simon and nearly drowned..."

He paused for a few seconds. "He just couldn't take it. Grandpa was heartbroken for you."

Clara's legs suddenly felt weak. She still couldn't remember anything, but the overpowering guilt was

suffocating. Her head throbbed painfully, and sweat broke out on her back.

"Clara?"

Clara sat down on the nearby steps, rubbing her temples. "I'm not feeling too great. Letsit for a bit."

Ryan sat beside her and pulled an orange out of his pocket. "Here, have some."

Clara shook her head. "Keep talking. Maybe it'll jog my memory."

Ryan noted Clara's stressful state and hesitated. After all, everyone in the

Bradford family believed Clara had pushed their grandpa over the edge. That was

why their father had been so distant with her ever since.

Ryan himself had held a grudge against Clara for that.

Clara hadn't changed afterward. She had continued her antics like a clown,

making things even more strained with the family.

Clara noticed the pause and looked up at him. "Why'd you stop?"

"Clara, what's done is done. I'm just worried you can't handle it. You were... a handful back then. Maybe it's a

blessing you forgot about Simon. You stepped on a lot of toes trying to win him over."