The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 302

In the end, she settled on, [What did the doctor say? Is it serious?]

Her finger hovered over the screen, unable to press send.

Wouldn't sending this message be a form of surrender? Wouldn't it show how much she cared?

They weren't even friends. There was no reason for her to check in.

Clara placed her phone face down on the counter, grabbed a fruit knife, and plunged it forcefully into an orange.

I won't ask.

He deserves it.

He didn't care about his own life, so why should anyone else?

In the living room, Emily looked at Simon pleadingly.

Simon hid his face behind a magazine and kicked gently at Emily's leg, whispering, "Go on. Better to confess now. It'll be worse if she figures it out on her own. You'll be guilty by association."

Emily glared at him, her usual stubbornness rising, but then she remembered the look in Clara's eyes and lost her nerve.

She shuffled reluctantly to the kitchen door, squeezed through a small opening, and saw Clara taking her anger out on a pile of oranges, each slice cut with force.

"Ahem, Clara, let me help you with that."

Without turning around, Clara said, "No, thanks. Just tell me. You knew he was in Heron Bay, didn't you?"

Emily froze.

"And you knew he would come looking for me, right?"

Clara spun around, the knife in her hand still dripping with orange juice.

Emily was so startled she took a step back. "Clara! Let's just talk this out! I swear I didn't know he was going to find you!"

Clara lifted her wrist, the gleaming tip of the knife pointing vaguely in Emily's direction. "Then what do you know? What did that text message really mean?"

Emily stared at the knife, swallowed hard, and rushed to explain. "I... I just found out that he's known about Felix for a while..."

Suddenly, Clara remembered the underground garage. At the hospital all those years ago, he had been relieved when he heard she'd had a miscarriage. She understood then that Rhys had never wanted this child. To him, a child was just a responsibility, maybe even a burden.

Now he knew the child was alive, but he didn't acknowledge him, didn't fight for him, didn't even ask about him.

Was it because he hated this "burden" even more now than he did back then?

The thought sent a chill through Clara's body.

"When did you find out?"

Emily didn't dare mention the will. She only said she had run into him at a restaurant before coming to Heron Bay and found out then.

Clara turned to look at her. "Is that all?"

"That's it!" Emily held up three fingers, swearing. "If I'm lying, may lightning strike me down where I stand and let me never have a decent cup of coffee again!"

Outside the kitchen, Simon, who had been about to step in and help mediate, nearly slipped and fell to his knees.

That was a harsh oath.