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.

had enough. When Stewart reached for a third, Cedric strode over, snatched the

know you can't smoke

scowled, his cold gaze flicking over

Cedric hated that look.

smoke yourself into a chimney today, but it still

short, bitter laugh—a sound closer to a sigh

you think I'm

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

marriage, and you still

eyes lowering. "No

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

old church on the coast, she asked me, 'Stewart, do you know what I've

think I remember that," Cedric replied, puzzled. "But what about

just lose Ms. Hudson," Stewart said, closing his eyes as his voice tightened, "She also lost a child I

Cedric fell silent.

had already filled in

didn't make it." Stewart's voice turned cold, almost

the hell is wrong with you? That

Stewart stared out the window, his eyes as

"Stewart!"

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

But Stewart didn't flinch.

That was

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