Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 191

Chapter 191

The day he heard that Clara had jumped into the river for Simon, he did pass out. Quinn had been nursing a

grudge against Clara for a while, and she pounced on the chance to talk to her grandpa when nobody else was

around.

"Grandpa, I'm so worried! Clara's losing it over Simon. She tried to jump off a building last night and even

hooked up with ssketchy guys because Simon promised he wouldn't call off the engagement if she did. Now,

those photos are all over the place. How's she ever going to show her face again?

"Grandpa, you need to talk to her. | can't stand watching her keep messing up her life like this."

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The old man was already frail, and Quinn's words only piled on the stress, making things worse until he could

barely get a word out.

Quinn felt a twisted sense of victory. She had always wanted to be the family favorite, and anyone who got in her

way was bound to misforture.

After their grandpa, Johnny was left worn out, and Ryan was filled with resentment towards Clara. Quinn had

achieved the mission she set out to achieve from day one in the Bradford family to turn Clara into a social

outcast. She was so close to succeeding.

But then, out of nowhere, Clara lost her memory. Ryan started trusting her again, and even splurged on a bag

that cost a fortune, something he'd never thought she deserved before.

Quinn's face twisted in frustration as she stood silently, her nails digging into her palms.

If Ryan were out of the picture, Johnny and Naomi would definitely pin the blon Clara, ensuring she'd never

regain her footing in the family.

Her eyes glinted with dark satisfaction, but knowing Clara was already dead, all her scheming seemed pointless.

She would just be smearing a nthat was no longer around.

Quinn let out a cold chuckle, keeping her thoughts to herself.

Naomi was already ticked off when Simon slapped Quinn earlier. Now, she watched him glued to his phone,

rallying his connections to find Clara, and it only fueled her anger. "Simon, you should be focusing on Quinn. You

slapped her right in front of our whole family. Do we mean that little to you?"

Simon ended the call, looking anxious. "Naomi, I'm sorry. I'm just really worried. If Ryan's hurt this bad, what

about Clara? She's your daughter too; surely you want her safe?"

Naomi was stunned into silence. She truly hated Clara. The chaos in their family was all Clara's doing. If she

could have it her way, Clara wouldn't be around to cause any more trouble, and peace would finally come.

The room was thick with tension until Johnny finally spoke up. "Clara's going to be alright. The police are on it. |

can't handle losing anyone else."

He rubbed his temples as he spoke, the gray hairs at his temples looking more pronounced, his whole demeanor

weary and worn.

Naomi felt a sudden pang of sympathy. When his father passed, Johnny seemed to age ten years overnight. No

matter Clara's faults, she was still his daughter, and he couldn't just stand by and see her get hurt.