Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Irwin!"

Stewart strode over, his expression stern as he fixed his gaze on Irwin. "That's no way to behave. Apologize."

"I didn't say anything wrong!" Irwin protested, defiant. "Mom Rosita's already hurt, and it's not right for my mom to take out her bad mood on her!"

Stewart's face darkened immediately. "Irwin. Apologize. Now."

Irwin's lips pressed into a thin line. He was afraid of Stewart-no matter how much he wanted to argue, he dared not say another word.

But apologize? He wouldn't do it.

Rosita limped over to Irwin's side, gently cupping his cheek in her hand as she soothed him in a soft voice. "Irwin, that wasn't the right thing to say. Come on, apologize to your Mom Bryn."

Irwin stared at the floor, stubbornly silent.

Briony watched the entire exchange with cold detachment.

The moment Irwin spoke up for Rosita, something inside her went numb. She felt nothing but bitter disappointment, so much so that even anger seemed pointless

now.

mind wandered to the time the abbot at Brightspring

retrieving her mother's portrait and carefully putting it back

unwavering. "The dead deserve respect. You've come, put on your little show-now

arranged for the funeral?" Stewart asked, trying to keep his tone neutral. "If you need help with

Briony replied, meeting his eyes. She lifted her arm and pointed toward the

Stewart's expression clouded over.

at

hand. She glanced at Briony and said gently, "Ms. Kensington, we'll

that, she gave Briony a polite

but disgust. She turned away, unable to stand the sight of

out by Stewart, but

her back to him, making no move to look

felt something had changed in his mother. He

mom who once put him at the center of her world now refuse to