Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Dad." Irwin hurried to his feet and rushed over to Stewart. "Dad, please don't be mad-it was my idea to come here."

At that, Stewart turned his gaze to Irwin.

"Irwin, don't think I'll let you off easy just because you're young."

Irwin froze.

It was the first time his father had ever raised his voice at him.

He looked up, wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

"Dad..." His eyes filled with tears, trembling on the verge of spilling over. "I just..... I just missed Mom, that's all..."

Rosita quickly stood and pulled Irwin behind her, shielding him. "Stewart, don't do this. He's just a child-he doesn't understand any of this. If you're angry, be angry at me, but don't take it out on Irwin."

Pressed close to his mother's back, Irwin truly felt, for the first time, how much she loved him.

"Mom..."

"Irwin, don't be scared," Rosita soothed him gently, her voice a comforting balm. "Your dad and I just... have some things to work out, that's all."

Sniffling, Irwin looked back at Stewart. "Dad, Mom's still sick-her wrist hasn't even healed yet..."

Stewart's eyes narrowed. "I'll only say this once. Come here."

Irwin hesitated, then dropped his head and shuffled over.

icy. "Wait for me

nodded, and walked out with his

after him, but Stewart grabbed her arm

you-Irwin is no longer your

dug in, and Rosita sobbed, pleading, "He's my son! I

"You killed my son. Who's the real

wasn't me..." Rosita shook

Briony that day, but I didn't do anything! She fell

the baby. I only wanted to ask her to treat

even now!" Stewart's grip tightened, making

forceful shove,

as she lost her balance

open, blood seeping through

"Mom!"

knees beside her. His face blanched at the

"Mom, you're bleeding!"

Rosita tried to stanch the bleeding, her

sobs. "Why

need to listen to your dad.

be fine? You're bleeding!" Irwin

Dad hurt you

marched up

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