The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 113

The blizzard was unreasonable, sealing off Brighton City for a full day and night without mercy.

By the time the sky cleared, the world outside was wrapped in silver.

The snow downstairs had been cleared to form a narrow path just wide enough for one person. Several workers in sanitation uniforms were scattering rock salt along the roadside.

Clara breathed onto the windowpane and drew a horizontal line across the thin layer of condensation.

Both Rhys and Margot seemed to have been isolated in another world by this snow.

Clearing her chat history didn't mean life automatically turned a new page. She had to go out for some fresh air and stop by the law firm.

Since Rhys refused to sign, she had to proceed with litigation.

She needed to ask Daniel about the specific process for filing a unilateral divorce.

She put on her cashmere coat and wrapped a scarf around herself, bundling up tightly.

Just as she walked out of the community gates, the phone in her pocket vibrated.

Clara glanced at the screen. It was an unfamiliar local number. She hadn't saved it, but the string of digits at the end looked familiar.

It was Emily Lane’s number.

For years, Emily had treated her as an imaginary rival, even going so far as to choose a phone number that differed from Clara’s by only one digit.

Clara hesitated for two seconds before answering.

"Hello? Clara, where are you hiding?"

Clara wasn't in the mood for a verbal sparring match. "If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'm hanging up."

"Don't be in such a rush," Emily laughed on the other end. "You really are carefree, aren't you? Captain Huntington is such a busy man, you really should be more considerate of him."

Clara paused, stopping under a pine tree by the road.

Clumps of snow fell from the branches, landing on her shoulder with a soft thud.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Emily ignored her cold tone completely. "I'm having afternoon tea at the Harborview Hotel right now. Guess who I just saw?"

The Harborview Hotel.

It wasn't close to the Police Department, and it was even farther from Riverside Court.

Clara suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It doesn't matter to me who you saw."

"Really? Even if your husband helped a delicate, pitiful beauty into the elevator, it doesn't matter to you?"

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