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

Riley," Stewart said. "She's someone I trust. You should

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

she needed to discuss with Stewart, but

Carol to take little

and Lorna were left

coughed a few

recounted everything that had happened on

Lockwood Group's been making

left from what happened back then," Lorna said, just as serious. "But judging by Barrie's recent actions, it's clear-they know you were involved in the 'Grey Operation'

deepened

have been Garry? Do you think that lunatic sold you

his left hand. "He's got his grudges, sure, and he takes out on me. But

etely reckless."

Lorna rubbed

the open, Stewart. I'm afraid things aren't looking good for you

Stewart coughed again.

eyes narrowing. "But I won't let anyone

didn't say who he

help anymore. That leaves me. Let's set

Westenmar.

back to the estate

had called: Irwin

had already seen him, but Irwin was still out of it, his face flushed and his mind wandering in

stood by

forehead covered

burning red, lost in fever dreams.