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 two

one to reach out

his

care.

arrived with children in tow, each child clutching a handmade

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

important moments in his life, holding it close

guidance, she laid the suit into the

finally set, it was simple and solitary: Stewart

blanketed the grave

family tree by Fred, but he was always Grandpa Wentworth's favorite grandson. The Wentworth

"Word got out somehow. The family elders have been calling me nonstop, hinting they want Mr. Wentworth buried in the family

back. Now, with the Wentworth Group in ruins, the family's only thinking about itself. They see Stewart's legacy

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