Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 449

Lorna could read his expression all too well.

She bent down and said softly to little Mario, “Go on in and see your father.”

Little Mario nodded obediently and pushed the door open himself.

Cedric Clarke closed the door behind him.

Lorna asked, “How’s he doing?”

Cedric Clarke gave a weary sigh and shook his head.

A frown creased Lorna’s brow.

Glancing at his watch, Cedric Clarke said, “I’ll head back for now. Try to talk to him again. I’ll come by tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Lorna replied.

Once Cedric Clarke had left, Lorna opened the bedroom door and stepped inside.

Stewart was half-sitting up in bed, his left hand tucked under the covers, an IV still taped to the back of his right hand.

Little Mario was sitting quietly by his side, focused on a puzzle in his lap—small, still, and perfectly well-behaved.

Stewart gazed at his son, his eyes gentle.

It was a peaceful, almost tender scene.

Lorna approached the bed and said in a calm voice, “Dr. Clarke’s left.”

Stewart gave a soft response, then reached out to ruffle his son’s hair. “Mario.”

Little Mario looked up at him.

“This is Ms. Riley,” Stewart said. “She’s someone I trust. You should listen to her from now on, alright?”

Little Mario nodded dutifully.

Lorna had things she needed to discuss with Stewart, but not in front of little Mario.

She called Carol to take little Mario downstairs.

Now, only Stewart and Lorna were left in the room.

Stewart coughed a few times.

Lorna recounted everything that had happened on the way back.

When she finished, Stewart’s expression had grown grave. “The Lockwood Group’s been making big moves lately. Whoever’s backing Barrie is finally losing patience.”

“There weren’t many clues left from what happened back then,” Lorna said, just as serious. “But judging by Barrie’s recent actions, it’s clear—they know you were involved in the ‘Grey Operation’ all those years ago. Looks like what you’ve been worried about is finally catching up to you.”

A frown deepened between Stewart’s brows.

Lorna watched him, concern etched on her face. “Could it have been Garry? Do you think that lunatic sold you out?”