Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 241

Three nights after pleading guilty, Quentin took his own life by slamming his head against the wall.

He died on the way to the hospital, despite all attempts to save him.

News of his death spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through Northborough’s elite circles.

Just as everyone was convinced the Lockwood family was finished, the story took a dramatic turn.

Saul, who had been comatose and paralyzed for years, suddenly woke up.

And if that wasn’t shocking enough, the very first thing Saul did after regaining consciousness was announce that he had a son out of wedlock.

On the third day after Quentin’s death, at the Lockwood Group’s shareholders’ meeting, Saul arrived in a wheelchair, pushed by his newly-revealed son, Barrie Lockwood.

Right there, Saul transferred a portion of his shares—along with Quentin’s entire share—to Barrie, making him the largest shareholder in the hospital and the new head of the Lockwood family.

Rumors swirled on the street. Some whispered that Quentin’s death had been orchestrated by Barrie. Others claimed Saul’s sudden stroke and years-long coma had been triggered by a bitter falling out with Quentin, that Quentin’s ruthless power grab had left a mess Saul was now cleaning up. There were even stories about Saul’s wild youth—that Barrie was only one of several illegitimate children, most of them daughters, but the Lockwoods never cared much for girls; they were left to live their lives outside the family, forgotten.

Gossip ran rampant—some true, some not—but only the Lockwoods knew what really happened.

What no one could deny was this: Quentin was dead, Saul had made a miraculous recovery and reclaimed the family’s power, and Barrie had been officially acknowledged as his heir.

Every last Lockwood holding remained firmly in the family’s grasp, leaving the other shareholders in the dust.

Because Quentin had died under a cloud of disgrace, his funeral was kept simple.

Saul buried him beside his mother, so that mother and son could rest together forever.

Only the Lockwood family attended the funeral.

Of course, Rosita and Lauren were present.

It was a cold, somber affair—no one from the Lockwood family shed a single tear.

Lockwood Manor.

“I may still own this house, but the family’s reins are in Barrie’s hands now,” Saul declared in the living room, his expression grave as he sat in his wheelchair.

Though his legs were useless, Saul’s health seemed to improve with each passing day since his awakening.

Lauren stood behind him, her hands resting lightly on the handles of his wheelchair.

She was Saul’s wife. For years, while Saul lay unconscious in a hospital bed, professional caregivers had tended to him—there was nothing for Lauren to do. But now that Saul was awake, albeit paralyzed, the job of looking after him fell squarely on her shoulders.

Irritation simmered beneath Lauren’s calm exterior, but she dared not let it show.

“Lauren, Rosita, from now on, we’re family,” Barrie said coolly, seated in an armchair across from them. “If you need anything, just ask.”

At twenty-eight, Barrie bore a striking resemblance to Saul—a quiet authority radiated from him, even though he had yet to make any bold moves.

Lauren stole a glance at him, thinking to herself how much he looked like Saul in his younger days.

No wonder Saul favored him.