Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 449

Lorna could read his expression all too well.

She bent down and said softly to little Mario, "Go on in and see your father."

Little Mario nodded obediently and pushed the door open himself.

Cedric Clarke closed the door behind him.

Lorna asked, "How's he doing?"

Cedric Clarke gave a weary sigh and shook his head.

A frown creased Lorna's brow.

Glancing at his watch, Cedric Clarke said, "I'll head back for now. Try to talk to him again. I'll come by tomorrow."

"Alright," Lorna replied.

Once Cedric Clarke had left, Lorna opened the bedroom door and stepped inside.

Stewart was half-sitting up in bed, his left hand tucked under the covers, an IV still taped to the back of his right hand.

Little Mario was sitting quietly by his side, focused on a puzzle in his lap—small, still, and perfectly well-behaved.

Stewart gazed at his son, his eyes gentle.

It was a peaceful, almost tender scene.

Lorna approached the bed and said in a calm voice, "Dr. Clarke's left."

Stewart gave a soft response, then reached out to ruffle his son's hair. "Mario."

Mario looked up at

trust. You should listen to her from now

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

discuss with Stewart, but not in

Carol to

Lorna were left in

a

that had happened on the

been

Lorna said, just as serious. "But judging by Barrie's recent actions, it's clear-they know you were involved in the 'Grey Operation'

frown deepened

concern etched on her face. "Could it have been Garry? Do you think that lunatic sold

that far." Stewart's gaze dropped to his left hand. "He's got his grudges, sure, and he takes out

etely reckless."

that, Lorna rubbed her

in the open, Stewart. I'm afraid things

Stewart coughed again.

myself," he said, his dark eyes narrowing. "But I won't let anyone else

who he meant, but Lorna could

at him and let out a heavy sigh. "Rosita's in no shape to help anymore. That leaves me. Let's set a date and

Westenmar.

the

Irwin was

still out of it, his face flushed and his mind wandering in

by the bed,

covered by

burning red, lost in fever dreams.

me home... I'll be good, I promise, I'll be good from now on,