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?"

proudly. "I drank the whole big

you bring your

I brought the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought for me,

on the nose. "You never forget your bedtime stories, do you? All right, you're still under the weather.

"Okay!"

backpack, Irwin scampered off

sweet, sensible son, Briony felt

It was only natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though he'd

let herself get

mind, Briony opened her shopping app and bought all the children's books and educational toys she'd been eyeing for a

Eve with Stewart and Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things

night,

the lounge, Irwin was

gently lifted the covers. Irwin was clutching a kid's

model, and the price tag

Rosita had bought it

seemed Rosita was also trying

couldn't quite name what she was feeling. She couldn't pretend it didn't affect her, but she knew that Irwin

or even had the

was be there