NovelUSAChapter 135
Clara had barely left the hospital when Dr. Gribble caught up to her, looking like
he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He grabbed the edge of her coat in a rush.
"Clara, I've got something for you," he said, thrusting a recording device into her hand.
Clara raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Dr. Gribble was sweating bullets as he spoke. "It's a long story, but you gotta
promise me, once you're in the clear, you'll helpkeep my job at the hospital."
A sly smile flickered across her face. Clearly, the doctor was rattled by whatever had gone down with the truck
driver and probably thought Quinn was about to stir up trouble at the hospital. She figured he'd hand the
evidence over to Simon, but his choosing her was a stroke of luck she hadn't expected.
"Dr. Gribble, what exactly is this?" she asked.
"It's proof that Miss Quinn set you up! She wasn't pregnant. This recording is from our conversation. Clara, you're
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Clara held the recorder, a subtle grin creeping onto her lips. "Thanks, Dr. Gribble. You should head home. My
sister's tactics can be a bit much, and staying put is your safest bet. In a few days, things should settle down."
"Alright, Clara, it's all in your hands," he said, visibly relieved.
Once he was gone, Clara checked out the recorder and started to transfer the contents. But before she could
dive deeper, a car pulled up right in front of her.
It was one of the Bradford family's cars and out cfour or five bodyguards. No doubt they were here to cart
her off to the psychiatric facility.
Without missing a beat, Clara sent the recording to Dylan. She wasn't entirely sure why she trusted him with it.
As she had told Simon, Dylan might be a tough nut to crack, but at least he wasn't out to get her. Besides, she
was supposed to be his sleep aid; he needed her around.
Isn't mutual need at the heart of all strong relationships?
She quickly shot him a message:
Clara: [Mr. Dylan, your sleep aid's counting on you!]
Just after hitting send, the bodyguards closed in on her. She didn't put up a fight, not wanting to get roughed up.
They escorted her to a car where Ryan was waiting, looking troubled. He opened his mouth to say
something but thought
of it
and just nodded to the bodyguards.
"Take her there. Everything's set up."
He avoided meeting Clara's eyes, but it was clear she'd been crying because her eyes were red and puffy.
Clara didn't say a word to him. Once she was bundled into another vehicle, she shut her eyes and pretended to
nap.
The Bradford family's bodyguards snickered at her calm demeanor.
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"A woman as ruthless as that is bound to get what's coming to her."
"How can she be so at ease after causing her sister to have a
miscarriage? Hard to believe siblings from the smother could be so different."
Clara opened her eyes, noticing the blind admiration these guys had for Quinn,
and raised an eyebrow.
"Quinn sure has a knack for training her loyal pups."
Quinn was always a bit of a
self-absorbed diva, charming men left and right but wary of womené who were prettier, fearing they might steal
her thunder. But not every woman was out to be the bette of the ball.
Just as she finished her remark, one of the bodyguards was fuming and raised his
hand to slap her.
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