Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

You little witch!

Clara, that little witch...

"Sarah, let go of me!"

But Sarah wasn't about to let go. Her eyes welled up with tears. "My stomach hurts too! Why didn't you care about me earlier? I need those painkillers as well!"

She reached for the painkillers in Clara's hand, pretended to swallow them all, and then spat them out.

Being pregnant, she couldn't actually take any medication. Her fake gagging was just to make sure no one could use the painkillers now.noveldrama

Ryan's hands trembled with anger as he watched the pills get wasted.

Unable to hold back, he slapped her.

In that moment, rage surged through him, and he almost wished he could strangle Sarah.

Something dark was growing inside him. He shot her a deep, intense look before storming out to drive away.

He had to buy more painkillers himself; he couldn't be bothered to argue with Sarah right now.

After taking the slap, Sarah's tears started to fall. She thought Ryan would comfort her, but he just drove off silently, leaving her behind.

Holding her cheek, Sarah fumed with anger. This must have been exactly what Clara wanted. That witch's plan had worked.

It was the first time Ryan had ever laid a hand on her!

She was supposed to be his future wife, the future lady of the Bradford family, and he dared to hit her!

Fueled by rage, she stormed upstairs, kicking open Clara's bedroom door.

Clara's face was pale, barely aware of the sounds around her.

The world was a chaotic blur as the excruciating pain in her stomach threatened to make her pass out.

Sarah stood at the bedside, eyes red from anger, with a cold sneer on her face. "Quite the actress, aren't you? Now that Ryan's out buying you painkillers, are you happy, you little witch? Let's see how long you can keep up the act!"

She stormed into the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and splashed it over Clara.

"Still pretending!"

Her fury only grew as the sting on her face intensified.

But Clara lay motionless on the bed, not even flinching.

She was already on the verge of unconsciousness, the icy water piercing through

to her bones. She struggled to sit up, barely able to see, and leaned over the bed trying to vomit but couldn't.

Sarah raised an eyebrow slightly, tossing the basin aside.

"See, I knew you were faking it. Just a minute ago you were at death's door, and now you're up."

Clara finally registered her voice, but she was too exhausted to even feel anger- it hurt too much.

Seeing Clara ignore her, Sarah grabbed the basin again, ready to fill it with more cold water. But just as she approached the bed with the second basin, the bedroom door burst open.

Ryan appeared, his forehead glistening with sweat. His voice was ice-cold when he saw Sarah with the water.

"What are you doing?"

Sarah calmly splashed the cold water again. "Ryan, can't you see? She's just pretending. Don't let her deceive you!"

Ryan had never seen such malice in a woman before. No wonder Clara had warned him about Sarah. Now he clearly saw the venomous heart hidden behind her facade.