The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 39

At lunch, Clara's dad put a piece of meat in Clara's plate and pushed a plate of salad toward Clara's mom.

"Eat less meat. The doctor said your cholesterol is high," Clara's dad nagged seriously.

Clara's mom poked at the greens with disdain and rolled her eyes. "You're so fussy. Will one bite kill me?"

Clara's dad's face changed. "Stop it! What kind of nonsense is that!"

Clara's mom laughed at his superstition and obediently didn't touch the meat.

The two of them were nearly a hundred years old combined, yet they still bickered like they were young.

Clara bit her fork, staring at them blankly, unable to suppress the bitterness rising from the bottom of her heart.

Even with simple food, even with the noise, their hearts were close together.

Unlike her and Rhys.

"Clara, why aren't you eating? Is your dad's roast pork not good?"

Clara snapped out of it and stuffed the meat into her mouth.

She swallowed it whole after a few chews, choking back the heat in her eyes so her tears wouldn't fall into the bowl.

"It's delicious. Dad makes the best food."

A million times better than Rhys.

"If it's good, eat more!" Clara's dad beamed at the compliment. "Look at how thin your face is; you're all skin and bones."

Clara's mom, heartache for her daughter evident, asked, "Is trying for a baby too hard on you? If Rhys is busy, move back here for a few days. I'll cook you plenty of delicious food to build up your strength. Once you're healthy, the baby will happen in its own time."

All her grievances peaked at this moment.

Clara put down her fork, lowered her head, and said in a muffled voice, "Mom, I don't want to try for a baby anymore."

Clara's mom froze.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you want a child the most?"

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