The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 445

Rhys paused for a moment, his voice dropping lower. "But now that I've seen it, I feel more at ease."

He met Clara's gaze, the panic in his eyes now gone.

"It won't happen again, Clara. I promise, this is the last time."

The flight information was public, accessible to anyone. It wasn't as if he had put a tracker on her and Noah. Clara didn't think it was that serious, but seeing his earnest and sincere apology, how he laid his insecurities bare for her, a sense of relief settled in her heart.

They had spent nearly a decade walking a long, winding, and painful road. He had always kept his thoughts to himself, made his own decisions, and allowed misunderstandings to fester between them.

Only now was he truly learning how to build an equal and transparent relationship with her.

And she had finally gotten the honesty she had waited so long for.

He wouldn't hide things, and she wouldn't have to guess.

The drafty hole that had been in her chest was finally filled with a long-forgotten sense of security.

Clara looked away and murmured, "As long as you've seen it, then it's fine."

She didn't say more, but her attitude was all the reassurance he needed.

A flicker of relief finally lit up Rhys's eyes, and even the chronic ache in his lungs seemed to lessen.

He nodded, letting the topic go.

With the emotional issue resolved, his expression quickly turned serious.

Unlocking his phone again, he tapped the screen a few times and brought up a photo.

He pulled Clara down to sit beside him and handed her the phone.

"Let's talk business."

Clara looked at the screen, which showed the inside of a trash can.

"What's this?" she asked.

"I had a rookie I used to mentor check on Owen's recent movements. He's been drinking at a private club for the past few days."

Clara zoomed in on the photo, looking at the words and numbers on the blister pack.

"Is this a sleeping pill?" she asked uncertainly.

"It's a powerful prescription sedative. And it's a prescription-only drug. The same kind Margot used to take."

Rhys didn't beat around the bush.

Clara's mind raced. She handed the phone back to Rhys, her brow furrowed.

Yesterday, when she told Rhys about the medicinal scent on Owen, it had been just an intuition, a guess.

Now, that guess had become hard evidence.

Margot's medication, found in Owen's private room, and the packaging was empty.

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