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

you

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

stories, do you? All right, you're still under the weather. Go lie down and get

"Okay!"

Irwin scampered off to the

sensible son, Briony felt a pang

still just a child. It was only natural for him to rely on his

let herself

in mind, Briony opened her shopping app and bought all the children's books and educational

figured Irwin would probably spend New Year's Eve with Stewart and Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The

worked late into the night, not

she returned to the lounge, Irwin was

bed and gently lifted the

model, and the price tag was well

Rosita had bought it for

seemed Rosita was also trying to be a

was feeling. She couldn't pretend it didn't affect her, but she knew that Irwin growing closer to

stop, or even had the

be there for him whenever he needed