The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 239

"You're a sick freak! Driving a hot pink BMW? Afraid people won't know you're a gay?"

"Watch your mouth! You're fully liable for the crash and you still dare to throw punches?!"

"So what? Two guys touching and grabbing at each other—it's disgusting. Yeah, I cursed you out, what are you going to do about it? I'm not just going to curse you; I'm going to teach you an effeminate little freak a lesson on behalf of your parents!"

"You touch him again and see what happens!"

...

When Clara arrived at the Heron Bay Police Precinct, she immediately spotted the two figures in the corner.

Alex was tilting his head back while Simon wiped blood from the corner of his mouth.

Both of them had bruised faces and torn clothes.

Sitting opposite them was a burly man with a gold chain as thick as a finger around his neck. He had his legs crossed and was spewing arrogance at the young officer taking his statement.

"Clara..."

Alex, sharp-eyed, saw her first and stood up awkwardly.

Hearing the name, Simon pressed his lips together tightly and turned his head away, refusing to speak.

Clara walked over, checked their heads, and inspected their injuries.

"Did he ruin your handsome faces?"

"It's nothing." Simon turned his head to dodge her touch. "Why are you here?"

"You were about to get thrown into a holding cell. Of course I came to bail you out."

Clara sighed and handed their IDs to the officer nearby.

"Officer, I'm their family member. I heard the gist of it on the phone. If we are liable, we'll pay every cent for medical bills and car repairs. But if we aren't..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping coldly over the man with the gold chain.

"Then I'm afraid this isn't just a simple dispute anymore."

The Gold Chain guy didn't like that. He slammed the table and stood up. "You all came out of the same nest, didn't you? Sending a woman to talk tough? Trying to bully me with numbers? believe me, I can call a whole van of people down here!"

"Sit down!" The young officer frowned and rapped his knuckles on the desk. "Did I tell you to stand? Where do you think you are? You want to start a riot here?"

Rhys wasn't wearing his uniform. He was in black civilian clothes, looking leaner than four years ago, with a new scar on his brow.

He had just come out of a coordination meeting with Mitchell and was preparing to head to the docks for deployment. The moment the door opened, that familiar figure intruded into his vision.

He thought he was hallucinating from exhaustion.

He hadn't expected to see Clara here.

Surprise flashed for a second, his fingers curling into a fist as he forcefully suppressed the instinct to step forward, returning to a mask of indifference.

Clara had imagined countless times how she would feel if she ever had the misfortune of seeing Rhys again.

Panic, fear, sadness, hate.

But now that it was happening, Clara felt... okay. At least she didn't want to turn and run.

Simon's reaction was much bigger. He pulled Clara behind him, shielding her.

Rhys's view was blocked. His gaze swept over the wary Simon and Alex, finally landing coldly on the man with the gold chain.