The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 493

Those three words landed in Clara's ears, and everything else faded away.

She quietly took a breath and grabbed his hand.

“It’s cold out here. Let's go home.”

The light in Rhys's eyes flickered, and he turned his hand to envelop hers tightly in his palm.

Her hand was cold, probably from standing behind the door for so long. He squeezed it, transferring all the warmth from his palm to her.

“Okay.”

As they stepped into the entryway, they saw Felix plastered to the wall around the corner, like a little gecko.

When Clara had gone out, the door had been left wide open, and all the voices from outside had drifted in.

Felix didn't understand most of the words.

What were “shares”? What was an “asset transfer”? What was “market value”?

But Felix didn't need to understand every word. His little mind had its own way of making sense of things:

That grandma outside was a bad person.

The bad person wanted to take Daddy's things.

To protect him and Mommy, Daddy gave everything to Mommy. Now Daddy had nothing.

As soon as this thought popped into his head, Felix’s little eyebrows knitted together.

Seeing them come in, Felix lowered his head and scurried over on his short legs, hugging Rhys’s leg.

“Felix? Why are you running around without your slippers on?” Rhys quickly bent down to pick up his son, habitually cupping his little feet to warm them.

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