The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 303

St. Anne's Hospital, Emergency Observation Room.

When Daniel arrived, a nurse was about to change the IV bag. The man on the bed was burning with fever, the fluid in the bag dripping slowly. Daniel sat in a chair, watching him with a grim expression.

Even in his unconscious state, Rhys was restless, his lips moving constantly, murmuring something unintelligible.

Daniel leaned closer and managed to make out two syllables, repeated over and over.

"Clara."

Daniel scoffed.

His gaze fell to Rhys's left hand, which lay outside the blanket, clenched into a fist. A piece of a red string was visible between his fingers, digging so deeply into his flesh that it looked painful.

He was delirious with fever and still clutching that thing. Daniel couldn't tell if it was because he was afraid of losing it, or afraid of waking up with nothing in his hand at all.

Daniel got up to get some water. As he turned, the man on the bed suddenly moved.

"Don't go!"

Rhys startled awake as if from a fall, his right hand grabbing wildly in the air until it latched onto Daniel's wrist.

His palm was still searing hot; his temperature hadn't dropped at all.

He thought he had seen Clara.

"Clara..." Rhys's eyes weren't fully open, his voice weak. "Don't go."

Daniel's expression remained flat. He let Rhys hold on for a moment before speaking coldly, "Wake up. Take a good look at who I am."

The sharp tone had some effect. Rhys forced his eyes open and finally saw the person in front of him.

A man in a suit.

In that instant, Daniel clearly saw the light in Rhys's eyes extinguish.

His grip on Daniel's wrist slackened, and his arm fell back to his side.

"Oh, it's you."

Rhys's voice was hoarse as he turned his head away. The hallway was filled with the hurried footsteps of doctors and nurses and the worried faces of patients' families.

"Stop looking. She's not here."

Rhys grunted in acknowledgment and slowly opened his right hand. The good luck charm was warm and slick with sweat. He stared at it for a moment before his fingers closed around it again, hiding it in his palm.

"...What time is it?"

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