Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony dialed Stewart's number.

She wanted him to come pick up Irwin.

But Stewart didn't answer.

He was obviously ignoring her on purpose.

Frustration welled up inside Briony, her expression turning cold.

Irwin looked at her, eyes rimmed red. He choked up and said, "Mom, am I bothering you? If you don't want me around anymore, I can just leave..."

Tears began to spill down his cheeks.

Briony's heart softened instantly. She pulled him into a gentle hug and soothed him, "Of course I still want you here. I'm just swamped with work these days, and since you're still not feeling well, I'm worried I won't be able to take care of you properly."

"I'm not running a fever anymore," Irwin insisted.

He grabbed Briony's hand and placed it on his forehead. "See, Mom? I'm really not sick now. I'll be good and won't disturb you while you're working. Please don't send me away, okay?"

Whenever Irwin played the sweetheart, Briony was helpless.

She sighed and stroked his still-warm cheek. "Did you finish the soup I made for you?"

said proudly. "I

did you

cartoon backpack. "And I brought the toys and bedtime storybooks

right, you're still under the weather. Go lie down and get some rest. I have to

"Okay!"

his backpack, Irwin scampered off

son, Briony felt a pang

was only natural for him to rely on his

herself get upset

shopping app and bought all the children's books and educational toys she'd been eyeing for

at the Wentworth estate

late into the night,

to the lounge, Irwin was already

tiptoed to the bed and gently lifted the

model, and the price tag was well into

Rosita had

trying to be a

didn't affect her, but she knew that Irwin growing closer to Rosita was

wasn't something she could stop, or even had the right

she could do was be there for him