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 the pack

can't smoke in

his cold gaze flicking

Cedric hated that look.

smoke yourself into a chimney today, but it

bitter laugh—a

you think I'm a bastard,

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

marriage, and you still let

"No wonder she asked me

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

coast, she asked me, 'Stewart, do

Cedric

as his voice tightened, "She also lost a child I never even got to meet." His throat worked as he swallowed hard. "That's why she

Cedric fell silent.

easier. Stewart had already filled in all the

it." Stewart's voice turned cold, almost cruel. "Maybe that was

you out of your mind? What the hell is wrong with you? That was your child! Stewart, if you

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

"Stewart!"

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

But Stewart didn't flinch.

That was your own flesh

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