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

Ms. Riley," Stewart said. "She's someone I trust. You should listen to her

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

things she needed to discuss with Stewart, but not in front of little

to take

and Lorna were left in

coughed a

that had happened

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

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. Looks like what you've been worried about

deepened

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

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

etely reckless."

Lorna rubbed her forehead,

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

Stewart coughed again.

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

who he meant,

heavy sigh. "Rosita's in no shape to help anymore. That leaves me. Let's set a

Westenmar.

the estate from

called: Irwin was

seen him, but Irwin was still out of it,

by the

forehead covered by

in fever dreams.

good, I promise, I'll be good from