The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 343

Clara returned to her room, just as a message came in from Simon.

He said that Rhys had visited again. They had finished the castle model, and Felix was very happy. The man had been considerate, leaving as soon as they were done.

Clara put her phone away without another word.

It was her third night away from Heron Bay, and sleep still eluded her.

At nine the next morning, Clara drove to Brighton City General Hospital.

She didn't call Noah. She just wanted to find a place to sit, to smell the familiar scent of antiseptic, to see the people in white coats.

Clara found her own behavior strange.

She used to dread hospitals more than anything, but after spending so much time with Noah, she found that this was the one place she could finally catch her breath.

The pediatrics lobby was packed. She found an empty plastic chair facing the main corridor and sat down, closing her eyes.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually the automated announcements stopped, and the lobby began to empty out.

At 11:50 AM, the morning clinic hours ended.

The consultation room door opened, and a group of parents immediately swarmed around.

Noah emerged in his white coat, glasses perched on his nose, holding a thick stack of patient files. He was patiently speaking to a mother holding an infant, then reached out to gently coo at the crying baby, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Miraculously, the baby stopped crying.

Clara watched him in silence.

Gentle, respectable, clean.

Noah's world was white—orderly and full of life. A world away from Rhys, who was stained with blood and burdened by heavy sins.

After giving instructions to a nurse about the afternoon schedule, Noah raised a hand to rub his brow and turned toward his office. He walked quickly, but as he passed the waiting area, his peripheral vision caught something in the corner, and he froze.

A flicker of confusion turned into incredulous joy.

He didn't even bother to greet a passing colleague as he strode through the rows of chairs toward her.

"Clara?"

Noah crouched in front of her, ignoring the curious glances from others, his eyes level with hers. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

Clara looked into his clean, clear eyes, and a wave of sadness washed over her.

She managed a smile. "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to see you."

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