Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Upon hearing this, Briony's gaze instinctively drifted down to Irwin's bare feet sticking out from under his pants.

They were filthy-ten tiny toes, red and raw from the cold.

She couldn't help but frown.

The female officer, catching Briony's look of concern, let out a sigh and said gently, "I can see you have a good heart. Even if he's not your own child, he still calls you 'Mom.' Don't send him away, not after everything he's been through."

Briony pressed her lips together and stayed silent.

"It's not easy for any family," the officer added. "Whatever's happened between you and his father, just set it aside for now. Focus on the boy-he's had a rough time."

In the end, Irwin was allowed to stay.

Once the police left, Briony led him to the lounge bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting it to a warm temperature.

"Wash your feet," she told him, holding out the showerhead.

Briony used to do things like this for him herself.

Irwin could sense she was still upset. Though he felt a little aggrieved, he didn't

dare complain. Whatever Briony told him to do, he obeyed without a word.

When his feet were clean, Briony handed him a towel. "Dry off."

the towel and quietly patted his

Irwin's left in the apartment, so Briony fetched her own slippers and handed them

in the too-big slippers, struggling

much attention. She grabbed a short jacket she rarely wore and passed it to him. "Put this

slipped on the jacket and

the lounge to

she got was

the sofa,

onto the sofa beside her, sitting obediently,

down at

immediately dropped his head, nervously twisting the zipper of the jacket in his

emotions were

child. But every time she remembered who he was, she just couldn't treat him

gaze away and dialed

time, he

Stewart could say a word, Briony cut in.

you?" Stewart paused, concern in his voice. "Is he

coolly, glancing at Irwin. "Bring

"Alright."

answer,