Want My Womb? I'll Make You Childless novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Hanging up the phone, Olivia leaned heavily against the back of the sofa, her fingers unconsciously tracing the texture of the leather.

Daniel was pressing her hard, demanding a vehicle that was completely clean capable of evading police investigation, and complete with a driver. But if this were to be exposed the stable life she had painstakingly cultivated would collapse completely.

Frowning her mind raced through various options: Bocrow a car from a friend?

No. her friends‘ identities were too easy to trace

Buy a car here?

There wasn’t enough time, and the vehicle registration information couldn’t be hidden from the police at all

After much deliberation, she suddenly sa up straight, a ruthless glint flashing in ber eyes.

She recalled a complete se of fake IDs she’d had made a few years back while overseas, to deal with emergencies. A full package came address, credit history everything. Never used. Perfect for now.

With that thought, she snatched her beige trench coat from the sofa quickly slipped on her shoes, and headed out.

The cold wind nipped at her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, but it also sharpened her focus.

At the entrance of her complex cars zipped by. She flagged down a taxi, and gave the address of a low profile car rental place on the

West Side

The rental place specialized in short–term rentals, with simple procedures and little scrutiny of customer backgrounds perfect for her

needs.

That way, even if Daniel Quinn got stopped by the police on the road, it wouldn’t lead back to her.

Thinking this, a smile tugged at her lips. She didn’t notice the plain black sedan that quietly pulled out behind the taxi she was in.

The plainclothes officer behind the wheel of the sedan kept his eyes fixed on the taxi ahead, and spoke quietly into his radio.

“Target has left the residence, heading towards a car rental on the West Side. Requesting backup. Continuing to follow.”

A clear voice came back over the radio: Received. Backup is en route. Maintain distance and avoid spooking the target.”

The black sedan followed Clara’s taxi like a shadow, maintaining a safe distance as they headed towards the West Side.

Meanwhile, Clara and Ryan returned to the hospital.

Clara had barely settled onto a chair outside the hospital room when her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She pulled it out to see a text message from Victor.

“Dad didn’t make it. He passed away at 1:45 PM.”

The message was short and devoid of embellishment, but it hit Clara like a ton of bricks.

She’d expected this; Richard had done so much evil that he was either going to end up behind bars for the rest of his life or pass away like this in some kind of accident.

But now that the day had actually come, her feelings were complicated.

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There was no earth–shattering grief, not even a trace of regret, just a weariness that came with a sense of finality, as if a massive weight had finally been lifted from her chest.

She didn’t plan to go to the hospital to see Richard one last time. After all, there was no love left between them.

All her imaginings of a father’s love were confined to hazy fragments of childhood, never truly experiencing the warmth of a father’s

care.

Now, all that remained was indifference and estrangement.

She slowly lowered her phone, placing it on the bench beside her. Leaning back, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly

exhaled.

Ryan had been sitting beside her, silent, simply keeping her company.

Sensing his silence, Clara turned to him.“Richard Bennett is dead.”

Her face was as still as a frozen pond, her eyes reflecting a hint of self–mockery.“I don’t want to attend his funeral. I don’t want to see him again.”

“Ryan, do you think I’m heartless?”

“After all, he was my father, the one who gave me life. Now that he’s dead, I don’t feel sad at all. In fact, I feel… relieved.”

As she spoke, there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, as if she were questioning Ryan, or perhaps questioning herself.

Ryan saw the self–doubt in her eyes, and his heart ached, as if something had gently tugged at it.

He reached out, his touch feather–light as he stroked her hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands with a tenderness that

bordered on reverence.

“It’s not cold–blooded, it’s that your experiences have taught you to protect yourself.”

Ryan’s voice was deep and soothing, imbued with a compelling strength.“Clara, he was a failed father. Even after learning you were the head of Project Blade, he continued to use his paternal role to pressure you, to exploit you.”

“His death bringing you a sense of relief is perfectly normal.”

“You have to love yourself first. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Especially since the love he gave you was so meager to begin with.”

Thinking about his own reaction to the death of his biological father, Ryan paused.

“When my father died, I felt liberated, incredibly liberated.”

At his words, a flicker of surprise crossed Clara’s eyes. She knew that Ryan and Ethan shared the same father.

By the time she married Ethan, his father had been dead for several years. But from Ethan’s stories, she always had the impression that he was a wonderful father.

Noticing the fleeting surprise in Clara’s eyes, Ryan’s lips quirked into a wry smile, his eyes filled with wistful regret.

“My mother was a kind and gentle woman, loved to garden, and was always gracious to others. But that animal I called a father and Margaret Carter ruined her life.”

“Margaret Carter drugged my mother and sent her to his bed just to secure her position.”

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“After that night, my mother became pregnant with me and wanted to get away from Chicago, away from the Carter family.”

“But the Carters aren’t the kind of family to let something like that stay hidden.”

“He had my mother dragged back, and after she gave birth to me, he took me back to the Old Estate.”

“My mother, though, Margaret Carter had committed to a Psychiatric Hospital and driven insane.”

“And then, I lost track of my mother,” Ryan said.

As he spoke, Ryan Walker clenched his fist.“Growing up, I was constantly judged and pointed at. Those strange looks, the vicious taunts, and the endless bullying marked my entire childhood.”

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“I hate my father. I hate that he ruined my mother’s life, and I hate that he brought me into this world, only to give me such a bleak and hopeless childhood.”

“When he died, I didn’t shed a single tear. I even felt a sense of relief, as if it was what he deserved. It was his debt to my mother and me finally being paid.”

Clara,” Ryan said, holding her hand tightly, “your feelings about Richard Bennett are not your fault.”

“He failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a father. He hurt you and used you repeatedly, pushing you further and further away. He severed the bond between you with his own hands.”

“You don’t need to force yourself to love him or grieve for him just because he’s your father. Family isn’t a one–sided obligation.”

“In my eyes, your true self–unpretentious and genuine–is the most precious thing.”

Looking into Ryan’s eyes, Clara saw undisguised affection and love. The confusion and self–doubt in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by an indescribable sense of being deeply moved.

He understood her all along: he knew the pain behind her indifference, the vulnerability beneath her strength.

She couldn’t hold back any longer. Reaching out, she gently wrapped her arms around Ryan’s waist, burying her face in his chest as if she had found a safe harbor.

She could clearly feel his strong heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt, steady and rhythmic, bringing her a profound sense of

security.

“Ryan, we can’t choose where we come from.”

The clean, soapy scent of him filled her senses, washing away the unease and exhaustion she’d been carrying.

Ryan Walker’s heart swelled with warmth as he returned her embrace, holding her gently, as if soothing a frightened kitten. He stroked her back softly, whispering in her ear.

“I know.”

“I must have done something right, because the universe brought you to me.”

He lowered his head and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, a kiss filled with adoration and affection, as if she were a priceless

treasure.

“I’ll always love you, no matter what happens. That will never change.”

Clara Bennett’s eyes welled up with tears, her heart overflowing with emotion.

For so many years, she had faced every storm alone, growing accustomed to strength and pretense. But in Ryan Walker’s gentle

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embrace, she let down all her defenses.

She tilted her head back, gazing into Ryan Walker’s eyes, which were soft and full of love, and rose on her toes to kiss him.

The kiss was light, tender, filled with deep affection and a mutual solace.

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The world around them faded away, the sounds of footsteps, conversations, and beeping medical equipment in the hallway all receding into the distance, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the distinct rhythm of their heartbeats.

After a long moment, they slowly broke apart, Ryan resting his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, his eyes filled with an intense, unwavering tenderness.

“Feeling better?”

Ryan asked softly, a hint of barely perceptible anxiety in his voice.

Clara nodded, the tips of her ears flushing slightly, the shadows in her eyes now gone.

“Yeah, much better.”

It was so good to have him by her side.

No matter what happened, just thinking of him filled her with strength.

Just then, Ryan’s cell phone, which was in his pocket, vibrated obnoxiously, shattering the tranquility between them.

He frowned slightly, released Clara from his embrace, and pulled out his phone to take a look.

As soon as he saw the message, the tenderness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of sharpness.

Clara, keenly aware of the shift in his demeanor, felt a slight twinge of anxiety and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Ryan quickly pocketed his phone, retaking Clara’s hand, the warmth from his touch offering her some comfort. “Victor gave me a note he found in the Metal Box. I had someone check out the address on it.”

“And?”

Clara pressed.

Ryan narrowed his eyes.“Warehouse #3 at Pier 3 on the West Side of Boston. It was rented out twenty years ago by a guy named Kevin Reynolds and he’s been using it ever since.”

Clara felt a jolt.“Kevin Reynolds?”

Wasn’t that the guy Victor had found who was funneling money into Diane’s account?

Supposedly some distant relative of Eric Clark working as president for a company under Daniel Quinn’s name.

“Yeah.”

A glint of coldness flickered in his eyes.“Twenty years ago was when Richard and Daniel were collaborating on that illegal organ harvesting operation. The timing of the warehouse rental lines up perfectly.”

“My people also found out that the rent for the warehouse has always been paid through an anonymous account, without a single break all these years.”

“And the security around the warehouse is unusually tight. There are multiple hidden surveillance cameras, and people patrolling the area regularly.”

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“When my people tried to get close to investigate, they were forcibly driven away by unidentified individuals. Someone has clearly been managing that place in the shadows, protecting whatever’s inside.”

“It sounds like that warehouse is crucial to Daniel. There must be something incriminating hidden inside.”

A glimmer of excitement flashed across Clara’s face. If she could get her hands on whatever was in that warehouse, combined with the evidence they already had, would they finally be able to uncover the truth about Daniel Quinn and Richard Bennett’s illegal organ trafficking twenty years ago?

Ryan, of course, had already considered everything she was thinking. He ruffled Clara’s hair, pulled out his phone, and dialed Leo Jefferson, the head of the SWAT team.

“Captain Jefferson, this is Ryan Walker.”

Ryan cut straight to the point, skipping any pleasantries.

“My people have discovered that the warehouse at Pier 3 on the West Side of Boston was rented out twenty years ago by Daniel Quinn’s man, Kevin Reynolds.”

“I suspect there’s something of great importance to Quinn there.”

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