The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 165

Rhys stared at the retreating figure for several seconds until she reached back and pulled the privacy curtain shut.

He had watched that sleeping posture for five years. Every morning he woke up, that was the outline he saw—curled on her side, facing away toward the window. A pressure built in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

The man pinned beneath him started to struggle again. Rhys snapped back to reality, pulling out his handcuffs with one hand. "Don't move!"

After securing the suspect to the railing, Rhys stood up and walked straight toward the ultrasound room. Whether it was her or not, he had to look.

"Mr. Huntington, this is a restricted area."

Noah stepped sideways, blocking Rhys's path perfectly.

Rhys saw the man's face and his eyes darkened. "Dr. Carter?"

Noah kept his hands in the pockets of his white coat, his tone indifferent. "Mr. Huntington, is the Traffic Division's jurisdiction so broad now that it covers obstetrics appointments?"

The question dripped with sarcasm. Rhys didn't have the patience for word games; he tried to look over Noah's shoulder. "I brought an accident victim in. And I could ask you the same—shouldn't Dr. Carter be in Pediatrics at General Hospital? What are you doing at a private maternity clinic?"

"It's common for doctors to practice at multiple locations," Noah replied smoothly, offering no further explanation. "Do you need something, Mr. Huntington? There are no parking tickets to write in here."

"Who is inside?" Rhys asked bluntly.

Noah glanced back at the curtain, then turned to Rhys with a faint smile. "My fiancée."

Rhys's brow twitched. "Dr. Carter is engaged? That silhouette looked familiar. Have I seen her in Sunbay City before?"

Noah didn't flinch. "Beautiful people often share similar features. My fiancée is timid; that scene just now terrified her, and she's not feeling well. If you don't have other business, Mr. Huntington, we'd like some privacy."

The voice was unfamiliar, the tone harsh and bratty—completely different from Clara's soft, measured way of speaking.

The tension holding Rhys upright collapsed.

It wasn't her. Clara would never speak with such sharp vulgarity, nor would she scream someone's name like that.

He lowered his eyes, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He was losing his mind. He missed her so much that he was seeing ghosts in every passing stranger.

"I apologize."

Rhys took a half-step back, rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily. "I mistook her for someone else. Sorry to disturb you."

As Rhys turned to leave, Noah added one last remark. "Since it's a misunderstanding, no harm done. When we get married, we'll be sure to invite you to the wedding, Mr. Huntington."