Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 680

As soon as Clara walked back into the main hall, she felt out of place, like she didn’t quite belong. But with Walter’s eightieth birthday coming up, she knew she couldn’t let her discomfort show. Everything had to be perfect. Dylan was already busy—people kept pulling him aside, making him go over guest lists and approve every little detail.

Clara quietly found a seat in the corner, hoping to fade into the background. That’s when she heard a soft whisper and the quiet shuffle of footsteps. Suddenly, someone slipped a photo into her hand.

She glanced up, catching a glimpse of the person’s back as they disappeared into the crowd, but she couldn’t figure out who it was.

Simon had delivered the picture, just like Aaron had insisted. “Make sure Clara gets it in person,” Aaron had said, convinced the photo would bring back old memories for her.

The photograph was small, barely bigger than her palm—easy to hide, easy to keep secret.

Before she even had a chance to look at it, she caught Dylan watching her from across the room. For a second, guilt twisted in her chest, though she didn’t really understand why. She just quickly hid the photo inside her clothes and avoided his eyes.

Dylan was tied up for another hour, going through every last detail for the party. When he finally noticed Clara nodding off in her seat, he knew she was exhausted. He came over and quietly asked a maid to take her upstairs so she could rest.

The staff at the old mansion were polite enough, but everyone knew they didn’t really like Clara.

Since Dylan was staying over tonight, Clara figured she’d be sharing his room like usual. But the maid had other plans. She led Clara down the hallway, all the way to the very last door.

It was a cramped storage room with a tiny bed, barely big enough for a child.

Downstairs, Dylan had no idea what was going on.

Clara, totally clueless, thought this must be her room for the night. She even thanked the maid.

The maid just snorted. “This is where you belong. Being part of the Ferguson family isn’t so simple.”

The staff knew how to pick sides, and lately, with Tara visiting all the time, everyone seemed to adore her. They saw Tara as the real deal—a true socialite—and most of them believed Clara was just an outsider, someone who’d taken a place that was never really hers.

Mrs. Ferguson and Walter still refused to acknowledge Clara as their daughter-in-law, and the staff naturally followed the lead of the family elders.

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