The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 590

Knowing that "Felix yelled for you in the hallway" was seared into his memory; he never actually heard that shout of "Daddy," but he had replayed it in his mind ten thousand times.

A surge of sorrow washed over Rhys as he waved his son over. "Felix, come here."

The arm he extended was still bruised from IVs, crisscrossed with medical tape and transparent patches.

Felix wanted to run to him but hesitated, glancing back at Clara for permission.

Clara leaned down. "Go on, Daddy's calling you. But remember what the nurse said: you can't jump on him, and you definitely can't touch any of his tubes."

Only then did Felix march forward on his little legs.

"...Daddy."

"Yeah."

Rhys reached out and gently ruffled his son's hair. "Daddy's back."

Felix studied his expression, confirming that his father was indeed smiling.

Behind the mask, the little boy's stubbornly pressed lips began to quiver, his tiny shoulders jerking upward.

Daddy hadn't lied.

The parts were fixed.

"Waaah—"

Nearly ten days of suffocating terror erupted the absolute second Rhys touched him.

Standing by the bed, the little boy threw his head back and wailed, massive tears spilling over his cheeks and soaking into the fabric of his mask, leaving dark, splotchy stains.

"You took so long to get fixed! I thought you got lost... I thought you weren't coming back... even though I gave you all my luck..."

Felix sobbed until he was gasping for air.

Remembering his mother's strict warning not to throw himself into his father's arms, he could only stomp his feet in frustration, locking his little hands behind his back to stop himself from lunging forward, crying with heartbreaking despair.

Rhys fought every instinct urging him to pull the little guy into a crushing embrace.

He took a ragged breath, using his thumb to gently wipe away his son's tears. "It's Daddy's fault. The line at The Repair Shop was just too long. I had to wait forever. Your luck worked perfectly. Daddy only made it back because of you."

"The SWAT car... I cleaned it every day... waiting for you to give it back..."

Watching their little grandson cry his eyes out, Mia and Clara's mom had to turn away, secretly dabbing at their own tears.

Over the last half-month, Felix had been staying at Riverside Court with Clara's parents. He ate and slept fine, but every single night, he insisted on dragging that toy car under the covers with him.

At first, Clara's mom was confused, but Clara had explained the significance.

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