Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- that distance, but judging by the build, the guy looked like a good match for Clara. Aaron felt something he couldn't quite explain - maybe this was what people meant by "a good match"? Did they have endless things to talk about? He wondered if Clara's face had lit up - because, seriously, who doesn't love flowers? Several minutes later, Matt finally got the green light. "Drive!" When they got to the outpatient department, Clara casually handed the flowers off to Mia, feeling annoyed. Had Fortuna Peak's luck run out? Why was the good fortune still missing?

She didn't get a single message from the detective, Brody all day. She wanted to check in but worried it might be too pushy since it was only day one of the investigation. Time dragged like an eternity. Thank God, Brody finally messaged the next night: "Owen ---- Hartley, current address: Crystal Bay Villas, building C. Lives with wife Linda and son Luke. Status: retired." The next few pictures showed the happy family of three, walking together from every angle - front, back, smiles all around. Why was this fair? Mom died so horribly, but the villain - Dad - was living his best life?

Brody said, "I'll keep digging tomorrow. Need anything else?" Clara replied, "No, that's enough for now." At that moment, Clara wished she could stand right in front of Owen and get the truth out in the open. She booked a flight for tomorrow afternoon and planned to head to Silverton. She messaged Aaron: "I've got some stuff to take care of in Silverton. Can you watch Leo for the next couple days? If not, maybe Sierra can?" No answer came. Then a knock on the door. ---- Aaron walked in. "Why the sudden trip to Silverton?" "Personal stuff," Clara said, not wanting to say more.

Aaron asked, "Going with coworkers?" Not because he was jealous - just the morning's scene was still fresh in his mind. Clara said, "No, I'm going alone." Aaron sighed in relief, then asked, "Want me to go with you?" Clara felt irritated. She was already in a bad mood, and he kept nagging. "Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere in my business? Can you please stop?" Aaron was left speechless, his face darkening. Clara immediately regretted snapping at him - unfair to take it out on him. "Sorry, I'm just stressed. You do your thing." Then she started packing. Aaron nodded and went downstairs.

---- He was frustrated but not angry - more like helpless. Clara was so straightforward, her feelings obvious as day, but she kept shutting him out like he couldn't get inside her heart. The next morning, Clara left early and took care of everything she could at the hospital. After work at noon, she headed straight to the airport. Once in Silverton, Clara called Brody. "Where are you? Can we meet?" Brody said, "Sure, still at the office. Come on over!" and sent a location. Forty minutes later, Clara sat down in Brody's office.

He was a young, eager guy who laid out his findings from the last two days. "Ms. Hartley, to be honest, I've pretty much pieced this case together. It's simple - a jerk set up his wife to divorce him and kept all the demolition money. How deep you want to dig is up to you. Finding ---- the truth is one thing, but proof is another. If you just want to know the facts, it's easy. Finding solid evidence? That's tough." "First, Owen's attending doctor back then no longer works at that hospital and can't be found.

Second, the severe illness and late-stage lung cancer you mentioned aren't in Owen's medical records. He was discharged quickly - only 25 days in the hospital - so it's probably not late-stage lung cancer. Plus, we checked the school where Owen worked. He retired due to rheumatism, not lung cancer." Clara's face darkened.