Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 325

Daisy had barely reached the first floor when she spotted Lauren.

"Ms. Lynn." Daisy stepped forward, blocking Lauren's path. "You can't go upstairs right now. Rosita's working."

"All she does is work!" Lauren's face, pale and drawn, twisted with visible spite. "I'm practically dying and she doesn't even care?!"

Daisy tried to soothe her gently. "Let's not get upset, Ms. Lynn. You look unwell—why don't you let me help you to the sofa?"

Truth be told, Lauren was in agony. Even the short walk from the garden had left her drenched in sweat.

Pancreatic cancer was excruciating.

The pain was relentless—it stole her sleep, her appetite, and any shred of comfort she had left.

She needed money, and a lot of it, to stay alive.

Gavin Prescott had disappeared. Her savings were long gone.

Rosita had been abroad for four years, completely out of reach.

When the diagnosis came three months ago, Lauren felt as if the sky was crashing down on her.

HIV had already been a nightmare; now, with pancreatic cancer piled on top, the last three months had reduced her to a shell of her former self. She was out of money and thought she'd just have to wait for the end.

So when she saw a news report in the hospital about Rosita's return from overseas, Lauren felt both elated and furious.

Elated—because Rosita was back, and maybe, just maybe, Lauren wouldn't have to worry about affording treatment anymore.

Furious—because Rosita hadn't reached out, and had even changed her number in secret.

She was making it painfully clear: she didn't want anything to do with her dying mother.

Rosita might not have married into the Wentworths in the end, but Garry was the head of Westenmarch's top conglomerate.

With a husband like that, Rosita could snap her fingers and get any amount of money she wanted.

Lauren had given birth to Rosita. That meant Rosita owed her—she was supposed to take care of her mother, no matter what.