Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 552

In truth, Lorna understood the situation better than anyone.

"I'll handle the rest with the police," she said, looking gravely at Briony.

Briony nodded.

Cedric Clarke's eyes were rimmed red as he glanced at her. "What about the kids? How are you going to tell them?"

Briony hesitated a moment, then spoke softly. "Let's keep it from them for now. Today, Stewart just told them he had to go abroad for a while and they're already upset. Let them settle down a bit. I'll wait for the right moment to tell them the truth."

Cedric struggled to keep his composure, but his voice still caught. "Stewart always said he didn't want a funeral. He just asked me to scatter his ashes at Pearbrook. But now..."

There was nothing left of Stewart to bury-his life had ended in a violent crash, with not even a trace of him remaining.

Not even his last wish could be fulfilled.

The abandoned pier was far, far from Pearbrook-so far it might as well have been another world.

drift with

ached with every breath. He still couldn't accept

know you and Stewart are divorced," Cedric continued, voice trembling, "but you still have two children together. They're still little. For their sake—help us figure out how to handle

"Let's give him a cenotaph, at the very least. You can

headstone. That way, when the kids are older,

He can't be buried in the Wentworth family plot anymore," someone interjected

words fell like a stone, and the room lapsed into

Doing this is like erasing Mr. Wentworth's whole existence. I grandmother always said

continue, burying his face in his

of

Stewart was more than a boss-he was the rarest of mentors, a life-

a man like Stewart-proud, aloof, misunderstood-should meet such a lonely, tragic

loss all

Eyes brimmed with tears-even James, who had never

quietly as

a moment, she

on the past. The Wentworths were never really to Stewart.