NovelGoldChapter 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 Manodded 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 cby 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 Mawas 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt 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 Malooked up at him.
"This is Ms. Riley," Stewart said. "She's someone I trust. You should listen to her from now on, alright?" Little Manodded dutifully.
Lorna had things she needed to discuss with Stewart, but not in front of little Mario.
She called Carol to take little Madownstairs.
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?" "He wouldn't go that far." Stewart's gaze dropped to his left hand. "He's got his grudges, sure, and he takes out on me. But he isn'to etely reckless." At that, Lorna rubbed her forehead, frustrated.
"They're hiding in the shadows, and you're out in the open, Stewart. I'm afraid things aren't looking good for you this time." Stewart coughed again.
"I don't care about myself," he said, his dark eyes narrowing. "But I won't let anyone else get dragged into this." He didn't say who he meant, but Lorna could guess.
She looked at him and let out a heavy sigh. "Rosita's in no shape to help anymore. That leaves me. Let's set a date and make the engagement public." Stewart nodded quietly.
Westenmar.
Garry rushed back to the estate from the psychiatric clinic.
The housekeeper had called: Irwin was running a high fever.
The family doctor had already seen him, but Irwin was still out of it, his face flushed and his mind wandering in feverish delirium.
Garry stood by the bed, watching Irwin-his forehead covered by fever patch, cheeks burning red, lost in fever dreams. Garry's eyes were conflicted, troubled.
"Dad, Dad... please, Dad, takehome... I'll be good, I promise, I'll be good from now on, Dad..." Nine years old, and still unable to adjust to this strange new world.
That day, Irwin had hidden on the staircase, watching Stewart hold little Mario, and only then did he realize-little Mawas Stewart's real son.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd he? He was just the stray, the boy with no known father.
His whole life was built on a lie.
His mother saw him as nothing more than a pawn. The man who'd once treated him like his own had abandoned him the moment his real child appeared.
Even Mom Bryn, who had once been genuinely kind, no longer spared him a glance. The world had changed.
It had becjust the kind of place Irwin feared most.
He didn't know what he'd done wrong.
He didn't know what his future would look like.
Everyone in this new house was so cold, especially Garry.
Every tGarry looked at him, it was with that strange, upreadable m expression. It terrified Irwin. For over two weeks, Irwin had been
living in constant fear. Night after night, his dreams were nothing but nightmares until finally his body gave En. out and he fell sick.
"Dad, Dad... I'll be good, I promise, just takehome, please? Dad!!! please, Nhe content is on el novelenglish.net! want to go home... I want to go home..."
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