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?"

"You didn't want the child anyway, did you? Now that it's gone, isn't this the best outcome for you? You can focus entirely on taking care of Margot without running back and forth. Think how convenient that would be."

"Clara!"

Rhys shouted the name.

The volume was loud enough that the conversation in the hallway paused for a second.

Realizing he had lost his composure, he frowned.

"Do we have to talk like this?"

Rhys looked at her, his eyes holding a measure of disappointment. "Do you have to be so defensive and push away everyone who tries to help? I am your husband. I was more worried than anyone when you got hurt. I've been looking for you for days, Clara. Can't you be reasonable?"

Clara found it utterly absurd.

She was lying here, having walked through the gates of hell with her child, and now she had to listen to the executioner lecture her on morality.

Clara didn't want to argue anymore. She was too tired. "Then tell me, since you were 'looking for me for days,' why were you at the Harborview Hotel?"