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."

looked

someone I trust. You should listen

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

she needed to discuss with Stewart, but not

to take little

Stewart and Lorna

coughed a few

that had happened on the way

finished, Stewart's expression had grown grave. "The Lockwood Group's been making big moves lately. Whoever's

recent actions, it's clear-they know you were involved in the 'Grey Operation' all those years ago. Looks like what you've been worried about

frown deepened

it have

hand. "He's got his grudges, sure, and he takes out

etely reckless."

that, Lorna rubbed her

in the shadows, and you're out in the open, Stewart. I'm afraid things aren't looking good for you this

Stewart coughed again.

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

say who he meant,

help anymore. That leaves

Westenmar.

the estate from

had called: Irwin was running

but Irwin was still out of it, his face flushed and his mind

by the bed,

covered

patch, cheeks burning red, lost in

be good, I promise, I'll be good from