The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 400

He smacked his lips. “Then again, for a guy like him, a regular doctor probably won’t cut it. You might need Jesus to keep him in line.”

Clara ignored his nonsense.

Grace Cathedral was located on a mountain west of Brighton City. It was an ancient, revered church, always bustling with visitors, and it was said that prayers made there were always answered.

It had just snowed, making the mountain road difficult to navigate. The car had to be parked in a lot halfway up, and the rest of the journey was on foot.

A damp path had been cleared on the stone steps. Clara walked ahead, ascending step by step without complaint or pause.

Simon followed behind, his mind buzzing with suspicion.

This woman… Her words said she hadn't forgiven him, but who knows how much she truly cared in her heart.

Coming to this remote mountain in the freezing cold to pray for her ex-husband—if this wasn't love, then Rhys must have put some kind of spell on her.

He began to wonder if he should start being more polite to his “ex-brother-in-law.” He might just become the “current-brother-in-law” again one day.

Inside the main hall, incense smoke curled in the air, accompanied by the deep, resonant tolling of a bell.

Clara lit some incense, knelt properly on a prayer cushion, closed her eyes, and pressed her clasped hands to her forehead.

She prayed with sincere devotion, her head bowed low for a long time.

Simon just watched from the side.

Seeing Clara’s pious display, even he was a little moved.

What was she praying for?

For Rhys to live a long and healthy life? For them to mend their broken mirror and rekindle their love?

Or for Felix to have a safe and peaceful life, free from hardship?

Whatever she was praying for, the fact that Clara had come to a church to pray at all showed how much it meant to her.

After her prayers, Clara went to the wishing tree nearby.

The ancient tree’s branches were bare, covered instead in a multitude of red prayer ribbons and wooden plaques that rustled in the wind.

She bought the most expensive wooden plaque and stood there for a long time, pen in hand.

So long that the ink on the pen tip was about to dry before she finally began to write, each stroke careful and deliberate.

Simon was overcome with curiosity. He wanted to see what kind of sappy message she was writing for Rhys so he could tease her about it later.

But when his eyes fell on the wooden plaque, he was stunned.

The elegant script on the plaque didn't mention Rhys, nor Felix.

[For Noah:]

[May your life be peaceful and smooth. May you find a good person and have a happy ending.]

Simon couldn’t process it for a moment.

“Clara, what is this…?”

Clara didn’t explain. She took the plaque to the tree.

She chose a very high branch, one that caught the sun and the wind.

Stepping onto a stone stool provided by the church, she stood on her tiptoes. The red ribbon wrapped around her fingers several times before she tied it in a dead knot, one that would be impossible to undo.

Unless someone took scissors to it, unless the branch itself broke, this plaque would remain here for a lifetime.

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