"Irwin is still just a child. Where exactly do you expect me to send him?"

"That's not really my problem," Briony replied, her tone detached and unconcerned.

"Briony, even if you're angry, that's no reason to say something like this."

"My son is dead, Stewart. Rosita killed him. Do you really think I'm just being petty?"

Stewart's gaze darkened as he stared at her.

Briony let out a cold laugh. "Moral lectures won't work on me anymore, Stewart. Besides, you've got money to burn-doesn't Jeannie look after Irwin just fine?"

"She's just his teacher. That's not the same as a mother."

"Then send Irwin back to Rosita. As far as I'm concerned, I had one son-and he's gone. You took him from me, ignored my wishes, and buried him in your family's plot! Stewart, tell me, how am I supposed to forgive that?"

Stewart faltered, stunned.

is tearing you up inside. If you can't stand to see Irwin suffer, then let me and Little Nina go. You two can play happy family, live

you

joking?" She let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Honestly, Stewart, just look at Jeannie. Irwin needs a mother-she's

at her,

James, who'd just taken a sip of

handed him

leaned closer to Ferdinand, muttering

just smiled faintly. "She knows exactly what she's

"Briony, I told you-Jeannie is

her

ay, if

are leaving. It's

going to back down, Stewart's expression grew

just a child. He didn't choose his parents. No one would choose to have Rosita as a mother-you can't blame

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