The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 218

Daniel frowned.

"Rhys." This was the first time he had used his first name since taking on Clara's case.

"Since you're divorced and she's moved on to a new life, Clara doesn't want any ties to you. She might not accept this money."

"It's different."

Rhys sat up straight, took the pen from Daniel's hand, and signed his name on a blank sheet of paper.

"If..."

He paused, his voice dropping lower. "If this will actually takes effect, Mr. Reed, please pass a message to her for me."

"What message?"

"Just tell her this is compensation for the child. Let her spend it. I wasn't fit to be a good husband, so I'll try to be a useful dead man."

"You handle the rest of the procedures."

He pushed the paper back and stood up to leave.

Daniel sat behind the desk, looking at the signed blank paper, motionless for a long time.

It wasn't until his assistant knocked and entered. "Mr. Reed, the next client has arrived."

Daniel snapped out of it and tucked the paper into the bottom of the folder.

"Understood."

He remembered what Clara said before she left: she wanted to go to a place with no snow, only the sea.

It seemed Clara had found the sea, while Rhys had left himself behind in that snowy night.

"Draft a will for the archives," Daniel handed the folder to the assistant. "Note the custody clause. It can only be unsealed upon meeting a specific condition."

The assistant asked, "And the specific condition?"

Daniel lowered his eyes. "Confirmation of the client's death."

...

May.

Perhaps due to Simon's strong recommendation, the talent agency he had signed with quickly contacted Clara.

She didn't need to do much—just continue being a faceless book vlogger, streaming as usual.

After thinking it over, she signed the contract.

Simon was busy every day, leaving early and returning late.

"These little influencers are impossible to manage. They all think they're stars," Simon complained, collapsing onto the sofa as soon as he got home. "Clara, you're the best. So low maintenance."

Clara handed him a glass of water. "Then stop micromanaging so much. Just do your part."

Time passed quickly.

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