The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 592

The little guy wore a dark blue hoodie today, printed with a cartoon police car pattern. It was hard to say whether Clara had specially chosen it for him or if he had picked it out himself.

Above his mask, a pair of large, round eyes stared unblinkingly at the group of people.

Curious, focused, and utterly fearless.

Chief Sean paused for a moment before looking back at Rhys.

After two seconds of silence, he spoke.

"Rhys, you are very brave. You did a great job. If Logan were here, he would be so proud of you."

Hearing that long-absent name, Rhys's hands tightened over the blanket.

From thirteen to thirty-five, twenty-two years.

His feelings toward the name 'Logan' had always been incredibly complicated.

When he took the police academy exams without hesitation, it was because of his father. When he first put on his uniform and stood in front of the mirror for a long time, it was because he wanted to look like his father.

He also resented him for leaving.

When he grew up, he read through the case files, and it was spelled out clearly. Given the situation back then, his father could have easily chosen to wait for backup. He didn't have to die.

But Logan didn't wait.

The hostage lived, and he didn't.

Rhys resented him for abandoning a thirteen-year-old boy, leaving him to face a crumbling family all alone.

Later on, the resentment faded.

Because he also became that kind of person.

He didn't make it to his father's homicide squad, but he spent years in traffic and SWAT.

The structures were different, but the path was exactly the same.

He learned that there were moments when it wasn't about not wanting to turn back, but simply being unable to.

When the earpiece called his call sign, when the searchlights illuminated his path, the people standing behind him weren't just his own family, but the families of countless others.

At that time, he felt he finally understood his father.

Until he had Felix, he was finally struck by the question he had buried for over twenty years.

What was his father thinking when he left?

Was it the relief of fulfilling his duty? Or the crushing regret of never seeing his son grow up?

This question had spun in Rhys's mind for too many years, and he had never found the answer.

For a very long time, he had believed he would follow in his father's footsteps, leaving Clara and Felix behind through sacrifice.

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