The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 517

Within those few flippant, bastardly words from Owen, the crushing guilt that had been chewed over through countless sleepless nights, the suffocating burden of responsibility—it all dissipated in an instant.

Rhys's temples throbbed violently. He wanted to grab a beer bottle off the table and smash it straight into Owen’s smug face.

For the first time, he felt an anger so blinding he could barely control it. But just as he was about to lose his grip, Clara’s warm, soft hand pressed firmly over his.

That small touch of warmth anchored him just in time.

Rhys swallowed down the sharp, metallic taste of fury rising in his throat and pulled Clara along. "Let's go."

Clara had seen Rhys angry many times before.

It was always a cold anger.

He wouldn't speak, wouldn't move.

No matter how much of a fuss she kicked up or how harsh her words were, he would only remain silent. He never lashed out.

Today was different. His hands were shaking.

Clara obediently let him lead her, following closely behind as they headed toward the VIP room doors.

"Rhys!"

Shawn chased after them in a panic, blocking the exit.

He had organized tonight’s gathering; he had invited everyone. He never imagined that a few drinks would cause Owen to spill such a monumental secret.

"Rhys, about this..."

"Stay out of it."

Rhys shot him an icy glare that forced all of Shawn's excuses right back down his throat.

Shawn didn't know what to say. He couldn't exactly have the audacity to tell Rhys to let it go. Anyone in his shoes would be ready to kill.

With a heavy sigh, Shawn took a step back, clearing the way for them to leave.

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