The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 41

The taxi pulled over about two kilometers away from Huntington Manor.

"Miss, that's a private road ahead. I can't drive in," the driver said.

Clara dragged her small suitcase along the winding mountain road alone. This was the mid-levels of South Ridge, the heart of Brighton City's wealth and power. The Huntington family estate was magnificent.

As soon as Clara approached the entrance, the iron gates slid open. The butler, Carrol, was waiting with two maids.

"Young madam."

Clara always got goosebumps hearing that title. She couldn't quite pull off the air of a wealthy young madam, so she simply responded with a polite nod.

Once inside the courtyard, Mia came rushing out of the main hall and took Clara's hands.

"My goodness, you walked here alone? You should have had Rhys bring you. Look at your poor face, it's frozen stiff."

"Aunt Mia," Clara managed a smile.

In the Huntington family, Mia was the only one who made her feel any warmth. It wasn't that the others actively hated her, but a century-old dynasty like this cared deeply about status and lineage. Nobody could control Rhys, though, which was the only reason she had managed to marry in.

They passed through the foyer and into the living room. An elderly man sat on a rosewood sofa, watching television. This was Rhys's grandfather, Justin Huntington, the patriarch of the family.

Clara greeted him obediently. "Grandfather."

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