Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Lorna?"

Briony's brows drew together as she walked over, her gaze sweeping up and down the woman standing before her.

Lorna was tall, dressed in a sleek black dress with a modern cut. Her long hair was loosely pinned up, giving her an effortless elegance. Though her features weren't particularly striking, her porcelain skin stood out, and there was an undeniable strength in her presence.

Briony met Lorna's eyes for a moment before speaking in a cool, measured tone. "Ms. Riley, I'm sorry, but I don't know you. As Mario's mother, I can't just hand over my child to a stranger based solely on your word."

Lorna offered a faint smile. "I understand."

She pulled out her phone and dialed Stewart's number, putting it on speaker for everyone to hear. The phone rang only twice before a man's deep voice answered.

"Did you pick up Mario?"

"Stewart, there's a bit of an issue," Lorna replied calmly. "Ms. Kensington and her family don't feel comfortable with me, so I'd appreciate it if you could explain things to her yourself."

"Of course. Put her on."

Lorna handed the phone to Briony.

Briony glanced down at the phone, her voice tight with irritation. "Stewart, what is this supposed to mean?"

"I asked Lorna to pick Mario up for me," Stewart replied, his tone casual, as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world.

was trying to take her son from

Radcliffe wasn't enough for you, so now you send a Lorna?" Briony let out a cold laugh. "Stewart, since you have no patience for raising your

as a Wentworth," Stewart said, his voice low and resolute.

"I thought you'd already named Irwin the

with the Wentworths anymore." Stewart's voice was even, but there was a steeliness beneath it. "Now Mario bears my name. He's my only son, and

the family needs an

the other end of the line,

fair. We're divorced. Two children-each of us raising one-that's as fair as it

continued, "Our daughter-she's delicate. I trust you to take care of her. But Mario...I'd like to raise him myself. I won't keep

stared down at the phone, anger boiling behind

knew arguing was pointless

else. Now that he'd decided Mario would be molded into the Wentworth heir,

if she took this to court, it would take time-and until then, she had no legal right to keep Mario with her. sŵnovel.net A crushing sense of guilt and failure pressed down on her. She

only four-so small, so vulnerable. Because of the adults' grudges, he'd lived his short life like a leaf tossed by

pain in her chest was sharp and

front of little

you want to go stay with your

looked up at her, his big dark