Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 280

She glanced at the master bedroom door, shut tight as always, and a flicker of disappointment passed over her face.

Ever since Irwin started elementary school, Stewart had come home less and less.

Irwin, at least, tried to be understanding. He knew that Stewart had become even busier after taking over The Wentworth Group, and so he stopped crying and pleading for Stewart to come home to spend time with him.

When Stewart did come back, he'd talk with Irwin for a bit, and then either retreat to his study or lock himself away in the master bedroom.

Jeannie barely got a chance to exchange a few words with him.

Thinking about it, Jeannie sighed quietly to herself.

Inside the master bedroom, Stewart stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower, just as his phone began to ring. Cedric Clarke's name flashed on the

screen.

He answered, and Cedric's voice came through immediately. "Lauren came in for tests at our hospital today. It's late-stage pancreatic cancer."

A faint smile tugged at Stewart's lips. "Does Gavin know?"

"She went alone-she's HIV-positive, there's no way she'd let Gavin come to the hospital with her!"

Cedric paused, then added, "But she's been with Gavin for four years. Odds are, he won't escape unscathed either. I'm not saying I feel sorry for Gavin, but honestly, I do pity Mrs. Prescott a little."

"I warned Jason," Stewart replied coolly. "If he's not a fool, he'll know to make arrangements for Mrs. Prescott in advance."

Cedric let out a sigh, about to say more, when the wailing of a child echoed in the background.

"Gotta go. The baby's crying again-I need to calm him down..."

The call ended abruptly.

phone, the sound of

raised a large hand to

stretched on, long and

Silverlake Town.

rays of sunlight parted the night's veil, and

thin mist, scattering across the uneven rooftops

bark of

the morning fog, filling

a townhouse draped with bougainvillea, on the east side of the second floor, an alarm sounded from

voice was full of

a little girl frowned in her

daughter close and pressed a gentle

sweetheart is

sweet,

help but laugh, giving her daughter's chubby bottom a gentle pat. "It's Monday, darling. Remember, you promised your teacher

up, her big eyes crinkling into sleepy slits, lips pouting. "Then give me

cheek. "Alright, time to get up and

"Okay!"

out from under the covers, slid into her cartoon slippers, and scampered off to the bathroom. Soon, her childish singing echoed from the bathroom: "I'll turn

listened, unable to

really was obsessed with

I finished brushing my teeth! And I

daughter's clothes on the bed and ruffled her

still tried to teach

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