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.

Briony, James, Carl, Lorna, Carol, and the directors

been the one to reach

his

care.

children in tow, each child clutching a handmade

the spiritualist-Briony approached the grave, wearing a simple black dress,

favorite suit, the one he'd worn to countless important moments in his life, holding it close on

she laid the suit into the

set, it was simple

blanketed the grave

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

family elders have been calling me nonstop, hinting they want Mr. Wentworth buried in

Group in ruins, the family's only thinking about itself. They see Stewart's legacy his charity, his good works-and want

said, sniffling. "There's nothing left in that family worth longing for. Let Stewart rest here, in peace. He never really got