The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 120

They were discussing matters between the two of them, yet he couldn't go three sentences without defending an outsider.

Clara opened her eyes, her gaze landing on a button of his coat.

Caught on it was a long strand of hair. Chestnut brown and curly.

Margot’s hair color.

"It’s gone."

Rhys didn't react immediately. "What?"

"The baby is gone. I lost a lot of blood earlier. I couldn't save it."

When she said those words, Clara saw Rhys visibly relax.

Even if only for a split second.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Clara’s hand, hidden beneath the blanket, gripped the sheets tight.

So, he really didn't want this child to arrive.

All that talk about wanting a daughter was a lie.

Only his reaction in this ungoverned moment was the truth.

"It's okay," Rhys comforted her in a low voice. "Since it's already happened, don't dwell on it. recovering your health is the most important thing right now."

He added, "Clara, we're still young. If you really want one... there will be chances in the future."

Clara wanted to laugh, but tears fell instead.

What made him think she would ever be willing to bear his child again?

She remembered his cold face every time the topic of children came up before. Now that the child was "gone," he suddenly became magnanimous, promising her a vague, ethereal future.

Because there was no child, he didn't have to take responsibility, so he could afford to offer such hollow comfort.

"Rhys, do you honestly think we have a future?"

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