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 up at

"She's someone I trust. You should

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

she needed to discuss with Stewart,

called Carol to take

and Lorna were left in the

a

had happened on the

grave. "The Lockwood Group's been making big moves lately.

from what happened back then," Lorna said, just as serious. "But judging by Barrie's recent actions, it's clear-they know you were involved in the 'Grey Operation' all those years ago.

deepened

it have been Garry? Do you think that lunatic sold

left hand. "He's got his grudges, sure, and he takes out on me. But

etely reckless."

Lorna rubbed her

the shadows, and you're out in the open, Stewart. I'm afraid things

Stewart coughed again.

dark eyes narrowing. "But I won't let

say who he

sigh. "Rosita's in no shape to help

Westenmar.

to the estate from

Irwin

already seen him, but Irwin was still out of it, his face flushed and his mind wandering in feverish

stood by

covered

red, lost in fever dreams. Garry's eyes were conflicted,

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