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.

Carl, Lorna, Carol, and the directors of

one to reach

anonymously supported these orphanages for years. When he learned of his illness, he entrusted both his law firm

care.

with children in tow, each child clutching a

the appointed hour-chosen by the spiritualist-Briony approached the grave, wearing a simple black dress,

to countless important moments in his life, holding it

she laid the suit

the headstone was finally set, it was simple and

blanketed the grave

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

family elders have been calling me nonstop,

all lined up to stab him in the back. Now, with the Wentworth Group in ruins, the family's only thinking about itself. They see Stewart's legacy his charity, his good works-and want to use it to clean up their own

family worth longing for. Let Stewart rest here, in peace. He never really got