Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Hearing this, Rosita hurried forward and took Fiona's hand, her voice gentle and soothing. "Fiona, please, don't get worked up yet. What exactly did my brother say to you? Could this be a misunderstanding? Ms. Kensington has always treated Irwin like her own son-why would she ever hurt him?"

"Rosita, don't let this woman fool you!" Fiona shot Briony a glare, then squeezed Rosita's hand with a sigh. "It's one thing for Irwin to be young and easily manipulated, but you're his real mother-you should know how treacherous people can be! Briony's birth mother was a criminal, and she's just as conniving as her mother. Both the Hudsons and the Kensingtons refuse to acknowledge her that says it all!"

Rosita stared at Briony, her face frozen with disbelief.

"Ms. Kensington, is what Fiona said true?" she asked quietly.

Briony couldn't help but let out a cold, incredulous laugh. She saw no reason to dignify Rosita's question with an answer.

Instead, she fixed her gaze on Fiona, lowering the hand that had been covering her face, and spoke icily:

"First of all, if you're so concerned about why Irwin had a fever, maybe you should ask your own son. Second, there's a big difference between accidental manslaughter and being a murderer. If you can't tell the two apart, perhaps your son can give you a little crash course in law. For someone who runs in high society, Fiona, you really ought to know the basics. Otherwise, you're bound to make a fool of yourself."

"You-!" Fiona bristled with anger. "Briony, you have no respect for your elders!" Briony let out a cold snort. "As I said, you were the one who acted without dignity first. Don't blame me for not showing respect."

Kensington, Fiona's only acting out of concern. She's our elder, and as the younger generation, we should try to be more understanding. Maybe you could just let

visibly appeased. "See, now that's what I call a

laughed out loud at the absurdity of it

than anyone-prejudice is a mountain that

her

As Briony looked at him, his gaze

a moment, their

bleak, yet she forced a bitter smile through

couple days, let's go to city hall and make

eyebrow, about to speak, but Fiona jumped in eagerly before he

great! Stewart, what are you waiting for? Go to city hall tomorrow and

at Stewart, worry etched across her

frown deepened as he glanced at Rosita. His dark eyes were so intense and

All color drained from her