The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 134

Rhys should have said "forget it, they were just slippers."

But thinking of Clara, the words wouldn't come out.

"The underfloor heating is on. It's not cold."

As he spoke, he bent down, pulled a pair of disposable guest slippers from the bottom shelf, and placed them at her feet.

"Here. Wear these."

Veronica had just walked into the living room. Hearing the commotion, she turned around, frowning. "Rhys, what are you doing? Margot is in poor health; she can't catch a chill. Didn't she wear those slippers before? Why can't she wear them now?"

"That was before. From now on, nobody touches the things in this house except Clara."

Veronica laughed in anger, tossing her bag onto the sofa. "Who are you taking your anger out on? Clara lost the baby herself and ran off. Why are you taking it out on Margot?"

Rhys sighed. "Mom, if you're here to lecture me, you can leave. I'm tired."

"I haven't even had a sip of water and you're chasing me out?"

Veronica pointed at the food container. "The soup is here. Are you going to drink it? Margot simmered this for three hours. Her hand even got scalded. Is this the attitude you give her?"

Margot sniffled on cue, taking out the soup and placing it carefully on the coffee table.

"Rhys, don't blame Mom. I wanted to come. I know Clara... isn't feeling well after the miscarriage, and you must be hurting too..."

She reached out to tug at Rhys's sleeve, revealing a faint red mark on her hand.

"Since Clara isn't here, you should have some. I cooked it for a long time."

Rhys turned sideways, avoiding her touch.

Clara never acted with this gentle, fragile pretense. Whatever she felt—love or hate—you could read it all over her face.

f she burned her hand, she’d shove it under his nose, yelling about how much it hurt and asking him for help.

If she were here now, she would probably snatch the soup, throw it in his face, and slap him for good measure.

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