The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 203

"Mrs. Warren said Clara was standing at the entrance of the baby store, staring at a piece of clothing for a long time."

Rhys asked, "What was she doing there?"

"What do you think she was doing?!"

Mia grabbed a cushion and threw it at him.

"The baby is gone. She misses the child; she's heartbroken! And you? Instead of being with her, you let her stand there alone, triggered by the scenery!"

Mia's eyes turned red. "That was the first great-grandchild of the Huntington family. Even if fate didn't allow it to be born, you should act like a father! And look at you!"

Rhys froze in place.

No wonder she felt sick looking at him.

Because seeing him reminded her of the dead child. It reminded her that when she was despairing in the underground parking garage, he was with another woman.

He had turned her into this.

But...

The baby store.

The tiny clothes.

And the way she had protected her abdomen when getting into the car that morning.

An absurd thought flashed through his mind.

What if... the baby was still there?

He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, trying to use the pain to confirm he wasn't dreaming.

"She..." Rhys grasped at that fleeting thought, hesitating. "Aunt Mia, did Mrs. Warren say what she bought? Or perhaps..."

"Bought what? She went in empty-handed and came out empty-handed. Who do you want her to buy things for?"

Mia’s words snuffed out the flicker of hope he’d latched onto.

Right.

What was he thinking?

He had seen the surgery records with his own eyes. The divorce agreement from Mr. Reed also stated it clearly.

Noah was a doctor. Doctors have ethics; how could he use a human life to tell such a colossal lie?

He was the crazy one.

"I understand," he said, lowering his head. "Aunt Mia, I was wrong."

"What's the use of just admitting it?"

Mia sighed heavily, her heart softening in the end. She took a box from the drawer and pushed it toward him.

Before she could finish, a tall figure walked past the car window outside.

Noah, carrying two bags of daily necessities from the convenience store, seemed to recognize Emily's car. He paused, then turned and walked over.

Emily immediately rolled down the window. "Noah!"

Noah responded, "You're back? Thanks for your hard work."

He then looked at Clara. "Did it go smoothly?"

Clara held up the divorce certificate. "Smoothly. Happy singlehood."

Noah smiled too. "Congratulations."

Emily raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting between the two.

"Noah, since we ran into you, help me brainstorm."

She said, half-joking, half-serious, "Clara is single now. I'm planning to set up a dating mixer for her soon."

"Are there any young, promising, handsome male doctors in your hospital? They don't need to be rich, just devoted and family-oriented."

Clara looked baffled. "Emily?"

Emily glared at her, then looked back at Noah. "Noah, recommend a few? Those young guys in your surgical department must love Clara's type."

Noah stood in the wind, his hair slightly ruffled. "Surgeons are busy. Five night shifts a week. They can't take care of a family."