The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 115

Emily walked out of the elevator carrying an Hermès bag, her high heels clicking on the concrete, still cursing under her breath.

"What crappy weather. Can't even get a cab."

She had sat in the afternoon tea lounge for two hours, keeping her eyes glued to the lobby exit just to wait for the drama to unfold.

But Rhys never came down, and she had eventually lost patience waiting.

Just as she walked into Sector C, she saw a dark, huddled shadow on the ground.

Emily jumped, taking a half-step back and clutching her chest. "Who is that?"

The shadow moved but didn't make a sound.

Emily mustered her courage and walked a couple of steps closer, recognizing the profile.

"Clara?"

She called out tentatively, a hint of schadenfreude in her voice. "Hey, did you really come here to stake him out? Is that necessary? Acting out a tragedy now?"

The person on the ground didn't respond.

Clara couldn't hear what Emily was saying clearly anymore.

Waves of agonizing pain washed over her. She felt the heat draining rapidly from her body, her hands and feet going numb.

Some warm liquid began to flow down her inner thighs.

Emily was originally watching for a laugh, but when she saw Clara didn't look up—didn't even curse back—she finally sensed something was wrong.

She walked over and nudged Clara’s shoe with the tip of her toe in disgust.

"Hey, don't play dead. Rhys isn't even here..."

At that moment, Clara barely managed to lift her head.

Her face, even her lips, was completely drained of color. Cold sweat poured down her face, plastering her hair to her temples.

Clara had the most beautiful eyes, but right now, they were unfocused and dilating.

Emily’s heart skipped a beat.

"CLARA-"

She crouched down, reaching out to push Clara’s shoulder. The desire to watch a show vanished instantly.

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