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 the tide into

accept that

two children together. They're still little. For their sake—help us figure out how to handle

moment. At last she said, "Let's give him a cenotaph, at

just want there to be a headstone. That way, when the kids are older, they'll have somewhere to go each year to remember their father-a place to mourn, to hold

be buried in the Wentworth family plot anymore,"

stone, and the room lapsed into

cheeks. He wiped them away with his sleeve, voice shaking. "Fred is heartless! Doing this is like erasing Mr. Wentworth's whole existence. I grandmother always said that when a person passes, their soul follows the path they took in life, and at the end, their loved ones wait to greet them. But

face in his hands. The tall man,

of his success was owed

a boss-he was the rarest

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

all

grief in the room was palpable. Eyes brimmed with tears-even James, who

quietly

a moment, she

The Wentworths were never really to Stewart.

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