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 one to reach out to

supported these orphanages for years. When he learned of his illness,

care.

directors arrived with children in tow, each child clutching

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

to countless important moments in his life,

she laid the suit

set, it was

white paper flowers soon blanketed the

by Fred, but he was always Grandpa Wentworth's favorite grandson. The Wentworth name lives on

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

on Stewart, they all lined up to stab him in the back. Now, with the Wentworth Group in ruins, the family's only thinking about

nothing left in that family worth longing for. Let Stewart rest here, in peace. He never really