Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 212

"I'm going to find Stewart."

Rosita's face was tense, her eyes red and swollen, as if she'd been crying

moments before. "Mom, if I don't go now, Ms. Kensington is going to take Stewart from me!"

"What's going on?"

"I'll explain when I get back. Zack, get the car."

Zack hurried off to the garage to bring the car around.

Rosita rushed outside, practically throwing herself into the back seat.

As Lauren watched the car disappear down the drive, she grew increasingly uneasy. She called for a housekeeper to keep an eye on the kids, then hurried back into the house herself.

At the hospital, in Dr. Cedric Clarke's private office.

Stewart stood by the window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, inhaling silently, one drag after another.

He wasn't much of a smoker-hardly ever, really.

But since he'd walked in, he'd already finished two cigarettes.

And it hadn't even been ten minutes.

Stewart reached for a third, Cedric strode over, snatched

you can't smoke in a

cold

Cedric hated that look.

a chimney today, but

a short, bitter laugh—a sound closer to a sigh

think I'm a

his eyes. "Yeah, you are. I don't care how many excuses you

marriage, and you still let Briony

lowering. "No wonder she asked

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

church on the coast, she asked me, 'Stewart, do you know

I think I remember that," Cedric replied,

said, closing his eyes as his voice tightened, "She also lost a child I never even got to meet." His throat

Cedric fell silent.

made things easier. Stewart had already

make it." Stewart's voice turned cold, almost

the hell is wrong with you? That was your child! Stewart, if you say anything like that again, I swear, I'm

telling the truth." Stewart stared out the window, his eyes as

"Stewart!"

the collar, his voice breaking with anger. "Say that again and I'll knock some sense into you! That was your own child! Even if

But Stewart didn't flinch.

lost your mind? That was your