Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

A faint sound of running water echoed through the phone.

Briony's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Irwin's fever still hasn't broken. The tests say he has acute bronchitis and pneumonia-he needs to be admitted for IV treatment."

Rosita's voice instantly tightened with worry. "How could this happen? Wasn't he perfectly fine when Stewart dropped him off this morning?"

The accusatory tone made Briony's brow furrow. "Ms. Lockwood, I have to remind you—Irwin's health is fragile. He has a long list of dietary restrictions."

With that, Briony ended the call.

She clenched her phone and glanced at Irwin, who lay on the hospital bed, sweating and restless even as he slept. A burning frustration twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A nurse came in and started Irwin's IV.

After about fifteen minutes, Irwin began to sweat, and his fever finally started to subside.

Just then, the door to the room swung open.

Stewart and Rosita hurried inside.

"Irwin!"

tears streaming as she saw her son sleeping,

caressed his cheek and

awake, and when he saw Rosita, he

his face, voice thick with emotion. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. I'm right here

"Mom, don't go...'

not going anywhere." Rosita's tears came harder, her love and worry for Irwin moving everyone in

and he slipped back into

as if Irwin had fallen gravely

pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to her. "Irwin's just resting. Try not to

my fault. If I hadn't had such a difficult labor, Irwin

Stewart wrapped one strong arm around her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would be upset if he heard

soothing words, comforting her

everything unfold. Pain pricked at her chest, sharp and relentless, but her

no

the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona, who was striding down the hallway with a maid