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

trust. You should

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

needed to discuss with Stewart, but

called Carol to take

only Stewart and Lorna were left in the

a

recounted everything that had

had grown grave. "The Lockwood Group's been

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' all those

frown deepened

etched on her face. "Could it have been Garry? Do you think

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

etely reckless."

Lorna rubbed her

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

Stewart coughed again.

his dark eyes narrowing. "But

didn't say who he

and let out a heavy sigh. "Rosita's in no shape to help anymore. That leaves me. Let's set

Westenmar.

back to the estate from the

had called: Irwin was running a high

but Irwin was still out of

stood by the

forehead covered by

lost in