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.

months ago, Lauren felt as

to a shell of her former self. She

report in the hospital about

just maybe, Lauren wouldn't

reached out, and had

was making it painfully clear: she didn't want

married into the Wentworths in the end, but Garry was the head

her fingers and get any amount

to Rosita. That meant Rosita owed her she was supposed to take care of her mother,

Lauren to the sofa and helped her sit

Lynn, please rest. I'll get you

years, but the moment she's back she brings you

to me. I'm just

her own mother's dying of cancer,

just been swamped since she got back-she was out of the spotlight for so long, and coming back has been tough. The studio gave all her

husband's Garry! You think

this, but Rosita's marriage isn't as happy as it

stunned.

"Daisy."