The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 610

Another seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

The early autumn breeze swept through the yard, sending a few loose leaves drifting to the ground.

When twenty-three-year-old Felix walked down the stairs, Clara felt entirely breathless.

He was dressed in the deep blue uniform of the police force, his shoulders broad and his legs long. He had already outgrown Rhys.

He had inherited his father's striking bone structure—deep-set eyes and a sharp, straight nose.

But he lacked the cold, unapproachable edge his father had possessed in his youth. Raised under the warm influence of Clara and Simon, he was bright, confident, and possessed a smile that commanded the room.

Time seemed to fold in on itself.

The young officer standing before her looked exactly like the Rhys who used to wait outside the West Gate of Ashton University all those years ago.

At eighteen, Felix hadn't hesitated for a second before filling out his college applications for the police academy his father had attended.

Clara had lost sleep over it for days.

She had tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling, her mind flooded with every scar Rhys had collected over the years. The ones on his back, the ones inside his chest, the ones she could see, and the ones she couldn't.

But Rhys had simply patted his son on the shoulder and said, "You chose this path. Don't regret it."

Noticing his mother staring at him, Felix stepped forward, snapped a perfect salute, and smiled.

"Mom, your son is officially reporting to The Major Crimes Unit today. How do I look?"

"Even more handsome than your dad."

Clara rubbed her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Watch and learn from your team, and please, stay safe."

Rhys walked out of the kitchen carrying two mugs of coffee, his gaze immediately locking onto the uniform his son was wearing.

The cut was entirely different from the one he used to wear. The fabric had changed, and the style of the epaulets was modern.

The only thing that remained the same was the badge number.

His father's badge number was now pinned to a third generation's chest.

Rhys had officially resigned from the command center years ago.

Because he had inherited the badge from his legendary father, Logan Huntington, and because he was forced to retire due to injuries sustained in the line of duty, the department had granted him a special honor. The number wasn't retired or reassigned—it was sealed in the system, waiting for the right person to claim it.

He had always assumed that number would sink into the archives with him, becoming an unclaimed relic.

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