Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 555

Stewart's gravesite had been chosen by a renowned spiritualist, whose services Cedric Clarke had secured at great expense.

Stewart, in life, had made it clear he didn't want a funeral. His only wish was for his ashes to be scattered along the banks of Pearbrook.

That, however, proved impossible. In the end, Cedric honored Stewart's wishes as best he could.

Briony quietly took on the responsibility for all the expenses-from the burial plot to the simple ceremony itself.

Cedric had called her, insisting he wanted to contribute, a gesture of brotherhood and remembrance. After some thought, Briony allowed him to cover a small portion.

As Stella once said, people are complicated. Stewart wasn't just a father to his two children; he was also a friend, a mentor, a colleague. The lives he touched were proof he'd truly been here.

Briony couldn't refuse others the chance to express their respect for Stewart. On the day of the funeral, a fine mist drizzled from a gray sky.

The ceremony was intimate and unadorned.

were few: Cedric Clarke, Briony, James, Carl, Lorna, Carol, and

had been the one to reach out

he learned of his illness, he entrusted both

care.

tow,

hour-chosen by the spiritualist-Briony approached the grave, wearing a simple black dress, two white flowers pinned

one he'd worn to countless important moments in his life, holding

the spiritualist's gentle guidance, she laid the suit into the

the headstone was finally set, it was simple and

paper flowers soon blanketed the grave

may have been cut from the family tree by Fred, but he was always Grandpa Wentworth's favorite grandson. The Wentworth name lives on

The family elders have been calling me nonstop, hinting they

Group in ruins, the family's only thinking about itself. They

for. Let Stewart rest here, in peace. He never really got to live for himself. Let him have this freedom