Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 325

Daisy had barely reached the first floor when she spotted Lauren.

"Ms. Lynn." Daisy stepped forward, blocking Lauren's path. "You can't go upstairs right now. Rosita's working."

"All she does is work!" Lauren's face, pale and drawn, twisted with visible spite. "I'm practically dying and she doesn't even care?!"

Daisy tried to soothe her gently. "Let's not get upset, Ms. Lynn. You look unwell- why don't you let me help you to the sofa?"

Truth be told, Lauren was in agony. Even the short walk from the garden had left her drenched in sweat.

Pancreatic cancer was excruciating.

The pain was relentless-it stole her sleep, her appetite, and any shred of comfort she had left.

She needed money, and a lot of it, to stay alive.

Gavin Prescott had disappeared. Her savings were long gone.

Rosita had been abroad for four years, completely out of reach.

the diagnosis came three months ago, Lauren felt as if the sky was

with pancreatic cancer piled on top, the last three months had reduced her to a shell of her former self. She

when she saw a news report in the hospital about

back, and maybe, just maybe, Lauren

hadn't reached out, and had even

painfully clear: she didn't want anything to do with her dying

not have married into the Wentworths in the end, but

Rosita could snap her fingers and get

meant Rosita owed her she was supposed to

to the sofa and

get

years, but the moment she's back she

good to me. I'm

bothered to care that her own mother's dying of cancer,

so long, and coming back has been tough. The studio gave all her roles to the newer starlets, but her contract isn't up yet, so she can't just walk away. She's really

Her husband's Garry! You think a man like that would

this, but Rosita's marriage isn't as

stared at her, stunned. "What did

"Daisy."