Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

When Walter heard about Dylan getting close to Clara, his smile faded a bit, but

he still said, "Dylan's never been one to lie. If he says he doesn't like Clara, then he doesn't. He's never really been into anything or anyone, maybe he's just waiting for the right one."noveldrama

Walter placed a photo on the table. It was from that party, showing Clara on Dylan's lap, the two of them caught in a kiss. Clearly, he came with evidence.

"Mr. Howard, Dylan's all grown up now. He might have his own ideas. If Lillian were still here, they might have had a kid running around by now. It's a shame. As an elder, I shouldn't hold anything against Clara, but she did cause trouble for a Dawson family girl. Even with my patience, I can't ignore it. I've watched Dylan grow; he shouldn't lose his way."

In these big families, marrying within your social class is everything. If an heir marries someone from a questionable background, it's a joke that lasts a lifetime. And Dylan, he's been a golden boy from day one, never stepping out of line.

Walter said his piece and slowly stood up. "I'll drop by another day for a game of chess. The Dawson family has its own drama. And Jackson, that troublemaker, I don't know what's gotten into him. He's always going on about divorce. Even family rules don't faze him."

The two were old friends, and Walter was trying to give Mr. Howard an out. Mr. Howard went along, "Jackson's still young. You arranged his marriage because you liked the girl, but he hadn't even met her. It's normal for him to push back. Once they spend more time together, he'll come around."

Walter sighed, talking about his grandson always gave him a headache. "If he'd just behave, it'd be fine. But one day he shows up with lipstick marks and says if we don't let him divorce, he'll cheat every day. Almost gave me a heart attack."

As they walked downstairs, they discussed Jackson's reckless behavior, and the mood lightened. Once Walter saw Mr. Howard out, his expression turned serious. He called Eden, asking her to come over.

Walter rarely reached out to other Ferguson family members, so Eden knew something big was up. As she headed downstairs, she bumped into Simon. He'd been holed up at home, throwing himself into boxing, and his vibe had completely changed. Eden felt like she didn't know him anymore and sometimes found him intimidating.

"Hey, Simon."

Simon pulled off his boxing gloves, asking casually, "Where are you off to?"

"Grandpa called me over."

Simon raised an eyebrow, grabbing a bottle of water. "If he asks about Clara and Dylan, what are you gonna say?"

"I'll tell him the truth. Dylan does like

Clara! But

Clara's not good enoug

for him. If Grandpa steps in,, they won't stand a chance!"

Her emotions flared, hoping Clara would get what she deserves soon. Simon took a sip, a slight smirk

playing on his lips. "You're right et

Eden. Clara's not a match for Dylan. Make sure you're honest, give examples, because Grandpa really trústs Dylan."

"Simon, you don't like Clara either, do you?"

Simon screwed the cap back on, the veins in his hand standing out. "Nope, can't

stand her."