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 to

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

things she needed to discuss with Stewart,

Carol to take little Mario

only Stewart and Lorna were left in the

coughed a few

had

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

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

deepened between

her face. "Could it have been Garry? Do you

to his left hand. "He's got his grudges,

etely reckless."

that, Lorna rubbed her

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

Stewart coughed again.

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

didn't say who he meant,

sigh. "Rosita's in no shape to help anymore.

Westenmar.

to the estate

called: Irwin was running

him, but Irwin was still out of it, his

stood by the bed,

forehead covered by

patch, cheeks burning red, lost in fever

be good, I