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.

like he was trying to take her son from her-and worse, he'd sent a stranger to

you, so now you send a Lorna?" Briony let out a cold laugh. "Stewart, since you have no patience

as a Wentworth," Stewart said, his voice low and resolute. “He's the heir to the

"I thought you'd already

anymore." Stewart's voice was even, but there was a steeliness beneath it. "Now Mario bears my name. He's my

the family needs an heir, is that

the other end of the line,

not fair. We're divorced. Two children-each of us raising one-that's

trust you to take care of her. But Mario...I'd like to raise him myself. I won't keep you from

at the phone, anger boiling

arguing

all else. Now that he'd decided Mario would be molded into the Wentworth heir, there was no way he'd leave without

but the truth was, she no longer had custody. Even if she took this to court, it would take time-and until then, she had no legal right to keep

lived his short

chest was sharp and

little Mario and

to go stay with

her, his