Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 186

Chapter 186

Clara finally got why Johnny always looked at her with such pain and

disappointment. It turned out her grandfather had literally been upset to death by her antics. But if he managed

to speak to her before passing, he probably didn't hold a grudge and was just disappointed.

Even if Clara couldn't remember, she gave herself a swift slap, leaving her cheek flushed and Ryan jumping back

in shock.

"Clara, what are you doing?" Ryan exclaimed, eyes wide.

Clara shook her head, trying to calm herself as she continued up the hill. "Con, let's go see Grandpa."

Ryan was on edge, afraid to say anything that might upset her more. He wish he hadn't brought her here in the

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first place.

After trudging for another ten minutes, they finally stood before their grandfather's grave. Clara was hit with a

wave of nervousness, making her hesitate.

Ryan waited silently, not pushing her.

After five minutes of standing there, she finally stepped forward. The black-and- white photo on the tombstone

was gentle and kind. Just seeing it brought tears to Clara's eyes.

She felt dizzy, clutching the tombstone for support until she could read the inscription. Fresh bouquets lined the

grave and dew sparkled on the petals.

Clara's face went pale, and her head throbbed with pain. She wanted to kneel, but as soon as her knees touched

the ground, the heartache made her convulse.

Ryan rushed over to help her up. "Clara, let's just head back. I can tell you're not doing well. We can take it

easy."

In his mind, Ryan knew Quinn had been right. This place did jog Clara's memory. He inhaled deeply, keeping to

himself that it had been Quinn's idea to chere.

Clara shrugged off his hand, bowing solemnly before committing her grandfather's face to memory. She gave a

bitter smile. "Ryan, I'm wondering, was | really that stupid before?"

Could she have really done such foolish things for Simon?

Ryan didn't have an answer, but he knew how headstrong Clara had been back then.

The siblings lingered for about an hour, and as they drove back, Ryan was behind the wheel. Just a few hundred

meters from the site, a heavy truck slammed into them.

"Clara!" Ryan instinctively shielded her, pulling her into his arms. A branch pierced his shoulder. Blood stained

his clothes and a few drops splattered onto Clara's face.

Ryan took a deep breath. He was no longer the pampered young heir. "Clara, I'm starting to think your earlier car

accident wasn't just an accident. We need to dig deeper when we get back."

Clara only had minor injuries, but she noticed a few men getting out of the truck. She reached out, touching

Ryan's head gently. "Stay put."

Ryan suddenly realized the seriousness-they might not make it out unscathed. Confronting such a life-or-death

situation was new to him, and his voice quivered with emotion.

"My bank card PIN is my birthday. | sold a car yesterday, so there's a few hundred grand. Split the sports cars

and models with Quinn. | got you a bag before, so you gotta be fair. There's a girl | like at school, Clara, if | don't

make it, give her a share of my inheritance. Her family's struggling, but she never accepts my help and is always

hanging with that know-it-all nerd. If | ever see him again, I'll definitely have words with him."