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?"

"I drank the whole

you bring

the toys and bedtime

do you? All right, you're still under the weather. Go lie

"Okay!"

scampered off to the

sensible son, Briony felt

still just a child. It was only natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with Rosita, he still thought of her as

let herself get

bought all the children's books and educational

and Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things she'd just bought would be her New Year's gifts

late into the night, not finishing

she returned to the lounge,

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

was a limited-edition model, and the price

Rosita had bought it

Rosita was also trying to be a

it didn't affect her, but she knew

stop, or even had the right to

do was be there for him