The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 157

Clara was stunned. Before she could respond, Simon let out a loud hiccup and thrust his head toward Noah.

"Well... then you should worry about me too, right? I live alone, I'm unstable, and I also want to eat that candy..."

Clara was speechless.

She immediately clapped a hand over Simon's mouth. "Dr. Carter, ignore him. He's just raving drunk."

Noah didn't comment, simply gripping Simon's arm firmly. "Let's go. You shouldn't be out in the cold wind right now."

The three of them went up the stairs.

Noah led the way supporting Simon, while Clara followed slowly behind.

When they reached the third floor, Noah supported the dead-drunk Simon with one hand, freeing the other to fish a key from his pocket and unlock his door.

Clara stopped at the foot of the stairs, hesitating. "Dr. Carter, what are you..."

"You can't handle him alone in this state."

Noah pushed the door open and stepped aside to create some space. "Given your current physical condition, you aren't suited to take care of a drunkard. Let him sleep at my place tonight."

Clara shook her head quickly.

That was way too much of an imposition.

Although dealing with a drunk was indeed difficult, asking Brighton City's renowned pediatric expert—the famous "Ice Prince"—to take care of a lush just didn't seem right.

They weren't even that close.

"That's not appropriate, it's too much trouble for you. I'll just drag him upstairs. If worse comes to worst, I'll dump him on the rug..."

"Clara."

Noah suddenly called her name.

"Doctor's orders. You need rest, not to be hauling sandbags."

Clara was silenced.

Since when did he start pulling rank with his profession?

Noah had already hauled Simon inside. He looked back at her. "Come in for a bit?"

In front of him, she never seemed to have a glamorous moment.

She was either bleeding, crying, or fleeing a disaster.

No wonder Noah had previously remarked that she always looked so bedraggled whenever they met.

"So..." Clara pointed at Simon, who was dead to the world on the sofa. "Sorry to trouble you tonight. I'll make him get out first thing in the morning."

"It's no trouble," Noah asked. "What was the happy occasion today? To get him drinking like that."

Clara fell silent for two seconds. "I went to City Hall to file for divorce."

"There's a thirty-day cooling-off period," she added. "If nothing goes wrong, I'll be single again next month."

Clara thought he would ask more, waiting for him to continue.

Normal people would ask.

Like, how did Rhys react? Did he make a scene? What about her and the baby—who would take care of them?