The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 159

Simon was woken by the torture of a hangover. Just as he sat up clutching his throbbing head and groaning, a male voice came from behind him.

"Awake?"

Simon looked toward the sound and froze.

Noah was in the kitchen, back turned to him, sliding fried eggs from a pan onto a plate.

He struggled to recall the previous night.

Drinking, trash-talking Rhys, grabbing Noah downstairs and praising his kidneys...

Oh, God.

He swallowed hard. "Dr... Dr. Carter? Morning."

"Morning. There's a disposable toothbrush in the bathroom. Come eat breakfast when you're done washing up."

Ten minutes later, Simon sat at the dining table, still a bit dazed.

"So, uh, Dr. Carter, sorry for the trouble last night." Simon's eyes darted around. "I didn't say anything crazy, did I?"

He was a messy drunk; he usually loved hugging people and crying, or claiming random strangers as relatives.

"It was fine," Noah said, pushing a plate toward him. "Aside from calling me 'Godfather' for half an hour and insisting on signing over your assets to me, you were pretty quiet."

Simon took a vicious bite of his fried egg, unable to help but marvel. "Dr. Carter, you're full of surprises. I thought doctors were so busy you survived on bad coffee and vending-machine meals."

"Surgery is busy; pediatrics is manageable," he replied, shifting the topic naturally. "Did things go smoothly yesterday?"

Simon paused, realizing what he was asking.

"Smoothly. Signed the papers, submitted the application. Once the cooling-off period is over, Clara will be a respectable, single, wealthy woman."

He was fiercely protective, and the mention of Rhys made his blood boil. He ate and cursed simultaneously:

"Five years. He treated that woman like she hung the moon, and treated Clara like she was optional. Only Clara could tolerate it. If it were me, I would've poisoned his food ages ago. Nobody survives."

Noah looked thoughtful. "They divorced because of that sister?"

"That was the fuse, sure, but the real problem is Rhys is a bastard who can't see what's right in front of him until it's gone"

Simon huffed. "He wasn't there when his wife needed him most, so there's no need for him to be there ever again. Clara signing those papers meant her heart is completely dead to him."

Noah didn't respond, quietly eating his breakfast.

After a moment, he spoke faintly.

"That's good."

Simon was confused. "What?"

Noah glanced at his watch and stood up to clear his dishes. "I have an 8:00 AM clinic, so I'm heading out. Just put the plates in the dishwasher when you're done."

He pointed to a thermal lunch box in the kitchen. "That's for Clara. Close the door when you leave."

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