Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 552

In truth, Lorna understood the situation better than anyone.

“I’ll handle the rest with the police,” she said, looking gravely at Briony.

Briony nodded.

Cedric Clarke’s eyes were rimmed red as he glanced at her. “What about the kids? How are you going to tell them?”

Briony hesitated a moment, then spoke softly. “Let’s keep it from them for now. Today, Stewart just told them he had to go abroad for a while and they’re already upset. Let them settle down a bit. I’ll wait for the right moment to tell them the truth.”

Cedric struggled to keep his composure, but his voice still caught. “Stewart always said he didn’t want a funeral. He just asked me to scatter his ashes at Pearbrook. But now…”

There was nothing left of Stewart to bury—his life had ended in a violent crash, with not even a trace of him remaining.

Not even his last wish could be fulfilled.

The abandoned pier was far, far from Pearbrook—so far it might as well have been another world.

But could they really let Stewart drift with the tide into the endless sea?

Cedric’s chest ached with every breath. He still couldn’t accept that the stubborn, headstrong man he’d known was truly gone.

“I know you and Stewart are divorced,” Cedric continued, voice trembling, “but you still have two children together. They’re still little. For their sake—help us figure out how to handle the arrangements.”

Briony lowered her gaze, silent for a long moment. At last she said, “Let’s give him a cenotaph, at the very least. You can decide whether there’s a memorial service or not. I just want there to be a headstone. That way, when the kids are older, they’ll have somewhere to go each year to remember their father—a place to mourn, to hold onto.”

“But Mr. Wentworth’s been disowned. He can’t be buried in the Wentworth family plot anymore,” someone interjected quietly.