The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 597

After lunch, everyone made sure not to linger.

The guests today were incredibly tactful. They knew Rhys had just been discharged, and simply sitting out here for lunch had severely drained his energy; what he needed most was absolute rest.

On top of that, this couple had just clawed their way back from the brink of death, and everyone silently agreed to give them some much-needed space.

Emily yawned—pregnant women were naturally prone to sleepiness. Seeing this, Daniel smoothly became the first to excuse them.

Everyone stood up to gather their things. As Clara tidied up the coffee table, she caught a glimpse of Daniel walking out from the direction of the study.

Passing by her, Daniel slowed his pace and shot her a deeply meaningful look.

The gaze made Clara's heart skip a strange beat.

Though she found it odd, she didn't overthink it.

Daniel was always someone who knew his boundaries; perhaps he had just stepped away to take a work call.

Clara's parents also put on their coats, getting ready to head back to Oakridge Avenue.

Clara's mom held Rhys's hand, looking him up and down, her eyes still full of worry. She changed her mind at the door, insisting on staying to take care of her son-in-law. She firmly believed a pregnant woman had no business looking after a critical care patient, but Clara finally managed to talk her into heading home.

The front door clicked shut, leaving only the family of three inside.

Clara was just about to help Rhys back to the bedroom to lie down when Rhys pushed himself up from the sofa armrest first.

He walked slowly, but his steps were already much steadier than during his rehab sessions. Bypassing the coffee table, he walked over to Felix, who was sprawled on the rug putting stickers on his toy car, and bent down to pat his son's small shoulder.

"Felix."

Felix looked up. "What is it, Dad?"

"Didn't your kindergarten teacher assign a craft project in the group chat yesterday? Something with cardboard boxes?"

Felix blinked, his little face scrunching up in sheer panic.

He had been so focused on waiting for his dad to come home that he completely forgot.

"Go to your room and do it," Rhys pointed toward the hallway. "If you don't finish it, your teacher is going to take away your gold stars tomorrow. Mom and I need to talk about grown-up stuff. When we're done, we'll come help you build it, okay?"

Felix scrambled up from the rug, clutching his little police car and his pile of stickers. Without looking back, he sprinted straight for his room, yelling as he ran, "Okay! Hurry up, you guys!"

Watching their son vanish behind the door like a tiny hurricane, Clara turned to Rhys. "Talk about what? You even cleared the room?"

Rhys didn't answer right away. Instead, he took her hand. "Let's go to the study."

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