The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 339

At eight o'clock sharp, Clara pressed the doorbell of suite 2808.

She didn't have to wait long. The lock clicked, and the door opened inward.

Margot stood there in a robe, the neckline buttoned up tight. The color and style were ones Clara used to love, and even the curve of her upswept hair was familiar.

"Come in." Margot stepped aside. "You're more punctual than I expected."

The room was sweltering; the thermostat was set to eighty-two degrees. Clara glanced at it before walking to the sofa and sitting down.

Two glasses of water sat on the coffee table, still steaming.

"Don't worry, it's not poisoned."

Margot sat opposite her. "I can't drink anything else, and I can't handle the cold. These are all habits Rhys spoiled me into."

Clara watched her with cold eyes.

"You called me here to listen to a story, not to hear about how delicately Rhys raised you. If that's all, you can post it on X. You don't need to tell me in person."

Margot chuckled softly, her fingers tapping lightly on her knee. "Yes, delicate indeed."

She looked up, her gaze once again lingering on Clara's abdomen.

"Your child must be four now, right? His eyes are so much like Rhys's."

Clara's face darkened.

Felix was her line in the sand. Untouchable.

"Margot, do you have a death wish?"

Margot replied, "I do. Why wouldn't I?"

She took a sip of water. "Living is so tiring. I have to take medicine every day, I'm in pain all the time, and I have to look at Rhys's dead-inside face. Clara, do you think I'm happy?"

Clara frowned at her. "I don't understand. Wasn't Rhys good enough to you? He gave up his family for you. What more could you want?"

"Good to me?"

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