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 drank the whole

did you

"And I brought the toys and

never forget your bedtime stories, do you? All right, you're still under the weather. Go lie down and get some rest. I have to get back

"Okay!"

backpack, Irwin scampered

sweet, sensible son, Briony felt a pang

to rely on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with Rosita, he still thought of her as "Mom,"

really shouldn't let herself

opened her shopping app and bought all

Wentworth estate

the night, not finishing until

the lounge, Irwin was already

she tiptoed to the bed and gently lifted the covers. Irwin was clutching a

and the price tag

likely, Rosita had bought

seemed Rosita was also trying to be a

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

or

do was be there for him whenever