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.

abbot at Brightspring Abbey had chosen for her

turned away, retrieving her mother's portrait and carefully putting it back

unwavering. "The dead deserve respect. You've come, put

arranged for the funeral?" Stewart asked, trying to keep his tone

arm and pointed toward the door. "Take

Stewart's expression clouded over.

more. He simply stared at Briony for a moment, then took Irwin's hand. "Irwin, let's

quickly grabbed Irwin's other hand. She glanced at Briony and said gently, "Ms.

that, she gave Briony a polite

turned away, unable to stand

Stewart, but he kept

making no move

changed in his mother. He wondered if she even cared about

could the mom who once put him at the center of