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

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

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

needed to discuss with Stewart, but not in

called Carol to

Lorna were

coughed a

recounted everything that had

"The Lockwood Group's been making big moves lately. Whoever's backing Barrie is finally

clear-they know you were involved in the 'Grey Operation' all those years ago.

frown deepened between

it have been

go that far." Stewart's gaze dropped to his left hand. "He's got his grudges, sure, and he takes out on me.

etely reckless."

that, Lorna rubbed

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

Stewart coughed again.

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

who he meant, but Lorna

let out a heavy sigh. "Rosita's in no shape to help

Westenmar.

back to the estate from the

called: Irwin was running a high

already seen him, but Irwin was still out

stood by the

forehead covered

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