Chapter 297 Max Comes to Beijing

Clara paused for a moment,

"Edward Harper, I'm home."

Edward Harper's eyes were a bit red. Holding back his pain, he asked,

"Clara, when did you have a baby?"

Clara pushed his hand away, a finger brushing her phone as she said,

"When you weren't around."

When Edward Harper asked that question, he still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping she would say it was an adopted child or a godson. He was cautiously probing to see if he still had a chance.

Clara's answer shattered his dreams completely.

She had indeed given birth to a child.

Edward Harper leaned his head back against the chair, the veins in his neck bulging. He struggled to hold back his emotions, feeling as if a boulder was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Is he…good to you?"

His voice was slightly hoarse and broken, as if someone had seized him by the throat, making it hard to make a sound.

Clara licked her lips, giving a bitter smile,

"Edward, I'm tired."