Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James didn't coddle the boy for even a second. Without hesitation, he hoisted him over his shoulder and delivered a sharp smack to his backside. "No wonder your mother left you, you little rascal! Such a troublemaker!"

Irwin's wailing was immediate. "Mom! Mom, help me! Waaa-this awful man is hitting me-!"

No matter how much Irwin kicked and screamed, it didn't change a thing-James carried him straight down the stairs.

Parked by the curb was a sleek Maybach.

The passenger window was down.

Irwin, still sniffling, spotted Stewart in the driver's seat and shrieked, "Dad! Dad, help me—!"

Stewart opened the door and stepped out, walking over with his usual calm.

Without a word, James dumped Irwin right into Stewart's arms.

The moment Irwin landed in his father's embrace, he clung to Stewart's neck, his sobs fading into pitiful little hiccups. He slumped against Stewart's shoulder, his small body shaking with every breath-he looked every bit the picture of misery.

If James hadn't just witnessed Irwin's wild tantrum upstairs-punching and kicking

with all his might-he might have actually been fooled by this act.

expected that Briony's child would turn

Stewart with a cool stare, he said bluntly, "Mr. Wentworth, heir to the most prestigious family in Northborough, yet this is how you raise your son? I must say,

his glasses,

both men had certainly heard of each other by

Stewart replied, his voice low and even,

up. Then he

face remained impassive as he studied James for a moment before saying, "Tell her the results

still holding Irwin, and got back

pulled away, disappearing down

distance, a

...

Briony was just

"All done?" he asked.

over to the water cooler. She poured herself a cup of

James. "Do

your skill these past few days. Since the restoration's complete, I'll take the artifact back tonight and hand it in. As for the results, you'll just have to wait the professor will probably contact you himself.”