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.

When Stewart reached for a third, Cedric strode over, snatched the pack from his hand, and tossed it

can't

scowled, his cold gaze flicking over

Cedric hated that look.

a chimney today, but it still wouldn't

Stewart let out a short, bitter laugh—a sound closer to a sigh

think I'm

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

of marriage, and you still let

nodded, his narrow eyes lowering. "No wonder

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

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

remember that," Cedric replied, puzzled. "But

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

Cedric fell silent.

easier. Stewart had already filled in all

that the baby didn't make it." Stewart's voice turned cold, almost cruel. "Maybe that was

stared at him, stunned. "Are you out of your mind? What 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 lifeless as a winter

"Stewart!"

sense into you! That was your own child! Even

But Stewart didn't flinch.

That was your own