Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Lorna could read his expression all too well.

She bent down and said softly to little Mario, "Go on in and see your father."

Little Mario nodded obediently and pushed the door open himself.

Cedric Clarke closed the door behind him.

Lorna asked, "How's he doing?"

Cedric Clarke gave a weary sigh and shook his head.

A frown creased Lorna's brow.

Glancing at his watch, Cedric Clarke said, "I'll head back for now. Try to talk to him again. I'll come by tomorrow."

"Alright," Lorna replied.

Once Cedric Clarke had left, Lorna opened the bedroom door and stepped inside.

Stewart was half-sitting up in bed, his left hand tucked under the covers, an IV still taped to the back of his right hand.

Little Mario was sitting quietly by his side, focused on a puzzle in his lap—small, still, and perfectly well-behaved.

Stewart gazed at his son, his eyes gentle.

It was a peaceful, almost tender scene.

Lorna approached the bed and said in a calm voice, "Dr. Clarke's left."

Stewart gave a soft response, then reached out to ruffle his son's hair. "Mario."

Mario looked up at

someone I trust. You should listen to her

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

to discuss with Stewart, but not

Carol to take little

Lorna were left

a

recounted everything that had happened on

"The Lockwood Group's been making

by Barrie's recent actions, it's clear-they know you were involved in the 'Grey Operation' all those years ago. Looks like what you've been worried about is finally catching up to

frown deepened

watched him, concern etched on her face. "Could it have been Garry? Do

wouldn't go that far." Stewart's gaze dropped to his left hand. "He's got

etely reckless."

that, Lorna rubbed

shadows, and you're out in the open, Stewart. I'm afraid things aren't looking

Stewart coughed again.

about myself," he said, his dark eyes narrowing.

who he

sigh. "Rosita's in no shape to help anymore. That leaves me.

Westenmar.

to the estate from the psychiatric

had called: Irwin was running a

but Irwin was still out of it, his face flushed

stood by

forehead covered by

cheeks burning red, lost in fever dreams. Garry's