Cedric Clarke told Stewart everything he knew.
Stewart didn’t say a word. He simply scooped Irwin into his arms and walked out.
Ten minutes later, a sleek Maybach glided through the gates of Lunar Heights Estate.
Carl parked the car, got out, and opened the door.
Stewart strode inside, Irwin asleep in his arms.
Rosita struggled to her feet from the couch, and Lauren hurried to steady her.
A weak cough rattled Rosita’s chest as she clutched her heart, tears glimmering in her eyes. “How’s Irwin? What did the doctor say?”
“Fever from indigestion,” Stewart replied, his face expressionless. He gave Lauren a cold glance, then carried Irwin straight upstairs without another word.
Both women stood frozen for a moment.
Stewart was clearly upset.
“Rosita, did you have an argument with Stewart?” Lauren whispered.
Rosita shook her head. “No. He seemed fine when he took Irwin to the doctor.”
“Then why did he come home like this...?”
Before Lauren could finish, footsteps echoed from the stairs.
Stewart was coming down.
Both women fell silent.
He walked into the living room, his dark gaze fixed on Lauren.
His stare made her breath hitch. Her grip on Rosita’s arm unconsciously tightened.
Stewart’s eyes narrowed, sharp and probing, as if he could see right through her.
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