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

Riley," Stewart said. "She's someone I trust. You should listen to her from now on,

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

discuss with Stewart, but not in front of

to take little Mario

Lorna were left in the

a

that had happened on the

been making big moves

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

deepened between Stewart's

face. "Could it have been Garry? Do

wouldn't go that far." Stewart's gaze dropped to his left hand. "He's got his grudges, sure, and he

etely reckless."

that, Lorna rubbed her

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

Stewart coughed again.

myself," he said, his dark eyes narrowing. "But I won't let

didn't say who he meant, but Lorna

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

Westenmar.

rushed back to the estate from

Irwin was running

had already seen him, but Irwin was still out of it, his face flushed

stood by the

forehead covered by

burning red, lost in fever dreams. Garry's eyes were conflicted,