The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 217

When he got into the car, Rhys's breathing was still a mess.

Clara was right to be afraid of him.

He had never learned how to properly love someone.

He had only learned to avoid, to hide, and to maintain a facade of peace amidst a total wreck.

He had dragged Clara into this quagmire, and then blamed her for not being understanding enough, for not being considerate enough.

So Clara left.

Rhys pulled over to the side of the road, leaning his forehead against the steering wheel, his eyes stinging painfully.

If that was the case, he should stay far away from her.

Rhys picked up his phone and dialed Headquarters.

The call was answered quickly. "Captain Huntington? Calling this late? Is something wrong?"

"That application to transfer to the Tactical Unit—I'm confirming it. I'll sign."

...

The first month after Clara left, the equity transfer procedures stipulated in the agreement were completed.

The transfer notice was sent to the Huntington family corporation, requiring Justin Huntington's review.

Naturally, everyone in the Huntington family learned about the divorce.

It was also around this time that the police transfer order was approved.

back in the academy, his goal had always been criminal investigation. It was his grandfather who had pressured him into the traffic division.

Now, hearing that Rhys was not only transferring but jumping straight into the Tactical Unit—SWAT—the old man threw a massive fit and nearly landed in the hospital.

Mia couldn't talk him down, so Rhys had to go back and explain it himself.

It was unclear how the conversation went, but in the end, the family acquiesced.

Rhys then proactively contacted Daniel.

Daniel was surprised by his appearance, and even more shocked when he learned the reason.

Because Rhys said, "I want to make a will."

Daniel paused. "Mr. Huntington, you are thirty-one years old, in good health, with no history of major illness. Making a will at this age is usually..."

Daniel looked back at him.

"Clara didn't have an abortion. Noah knows, Simon knows, Emily knows." Rhys listed the names, and with each one, it felt like a knife stabbing into his heart. "As the attorney handling her divorce, are you telling me you don't know?"

Daniel remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"As a lawyer, my duty is to secure the maximum benefit for my client. For Miss Bridges, the greatest benefit was getting rid of you. As for misunderstandings caused by information asymmetry, that is not within my scope of responsibility."

That was a tacit admission.

Rhys leaned back and stared at the ceiling lights, the muscles in his throat tight as he swallowed back a surge of raw emotion.

"I know."

He used to think Clara's friends were unreliable, especially Simon, who seemed to just mess around.

Now, he was glad.

Glad that Clara had so many smart people around her. Glad she hadn't foolishly waited for him to turn back. Glad she had run fast enough and far enough.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Reed, to draft the clause."

Rhys thought for a moment. "Just write: Bequeathed to Ms. Clara and all children she raises. Regardless of whose child it is, as long as she raises it, give it to her."