Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 246

Even though this wasn’t the first time Ableson had seen his daughter reach for Cedric Clarke’s hand, he still found it hard to watch.

The old man closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

Scarlett glanced at her husband, then turned to Cedric with a warm smile. “Dr. Clarke, Ableson and I are going to pick up a few things. Would you mind staying with Stella for a bit?”

Cedric nodded. “Of course.”

With that, Scarlett gently pulled Ableson out of the hospital room.

The couple wandered into the small park tucked behind the hospital wing.

Scarlett broke the silence. “So, how did your chat with Dr. Clarke go?”

“Dr. Clarke’s a good man. He’s level-headed.” Ableson took off his reading glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “But when a man’s around the woman he likes, all that self-control can go out the window.”

He spoke from experience—he’d been young and impulsive once, too. Some things, he knew, simply couldn’t be restrained by good intentions alone.

Scarlett shook her head. “I don’t quite see it the way you do.”

Ableson frowned, glancing at his wife with a hint of confusion.

“Cedric did everything he could—time, money, whatever it took—when Stella got hurt. If it weren’t for him, she might not have made it…” Scarlett’s voice wavered at the memory, her eyes growing misty.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “We’re getting old, Ableson. We won’t be here to watch over Stella forever. She’s always been a little scatterbrained, too blunt for her own good, always saying she’ll never get married. But if she really doesn’t, who’ll look after her when we’re gone?”

Ableson pressed his lips together, giving a resigned sigh.

Scarlett had a point.

He’d always supported their daughter’s choices, but, just as Scarlett said, their time with her was limited.

Stella was hopeless at looking after herself—couldn’t cook, couldn’t keep a house to save her life.