The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 197

April 7th.

As expected, Simon couldn't make it back to Brighton City.

He was spamming the group chat, "Partners in Crime".

Simon: [Voice Message 59s] "That client is a moron! He insists on waiting for the rain to stop so we can shoot a rainbow. Where the hell am I supposed to conjure a rainbow for him?! Can't he just generate one with AI?! Clara, I can't make it back! Argh! I'm so pissed! I'm going to strangle that creative director!"

It sounded like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

Tomorrow was April 8th. According to the plan, Simon was supposed to accompany Clara to provide moral support.

Clara: [It's fine, just focus on your work.]

Simon: [No way! What if that bastard changes his mind and holds you hostage? No, worst case scenario, I'll pay him the breach of contract fee!]

Emily: [Useless. Relying on you is worse than doing it myself.]

Clara was surprised.

Emily: [I’m an expert at tearing apart scumbags. I want a front-row seat. I can bring two bodyguards, too. If he dares to try and snatch you, I'll show him what a fierce heiress looks like.]

Clara typed helplessly: [Assaulting a police officer is a crime, Miss Lane.]

Emily: [...]

Noah sent a "head pat" sticker.

Immediately after, he messaged Clara privately: [Go to sleep early tonight. If anything unexpected happens tomorrow, call me. I can be there anytime.]

Clara held her phone against her chest and let out a long breath.

She used to think losing Rhys would be the end of the world. But now that she was actually here, she realized that without that terrible "whole world," she still had her parents, her friends, and the little life trying hard to grow in her womb.

She spread all her documents out on the table one by one.

ID, the signed agreement, receipt, and every piece of paperwork she’d been told to bring.

In their marriage photo, the two of them were wearing white shirts. Her eyes were curved in a smile, her face full of the joy of a wish granted.

Although Rhys's expression was faint, his eyes were gentle, and his body was leaning slightly toward her.

She reached out and traced the man's brow in the photo.

Rhys listened to the calm tone.

He thought, if only Clara could still speak to him this calmly.

Even if she were cursing him, it would be fine.

But she was cutting her losses, too.

There weren't many people in the livestream today. Comments drifted by sparsely, mostly people complaining about the bitterness of life or relationship troubles.

The streamer would occasionally pause to pick one or two to reply to.

As Rhys listened, he opened the recharge interface and selected the most expensive gift, the "Ferris Wheel," sending it out.

The special effects took over the small screen.

Clara glanced at the ID: User 85757.

This kind of blank profile definitely wasn't arranged by Simon.

She said politely, "Thank you to this user. Just listening to the book is enough; no need to spend money."