Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 17

Briony dialed Stewart's number.

She wanted him to come pick up Irwin.

But Stewart didn't answer.

He was obviously ignoring her on purpose.

Frustration welled up inside Briony, her expression turning cold.

Irwin looked at her, eyes rimmed red. He choked up and said, "Mom, am I bothering you? If you don't want me around anymore, I can just leave..."

Tears began to spill down his cheeks.

Briony's heart softened instantly. She pulled him into a gentle hug and soothed him, "Of course I still want you here. I'm just swamped with work these days, and since you're still not feeling well, I'm worried I won't be able to take care of you properly."

"I'm not running a fever anymore," Irwin insisted.

He grabbed Briony's hand and placed it on his forehead. "See, Mom? I'm really not sick now. I'll be good and won't disturb you while you're working. Please don't send me away, okay?"

Whenever Irwin played the sweetheart, Briony was helpless.

She sighed and stroked his still-warm cheek. "Did you finish the soup I made for you?"

Irwin said proudly. "I drank the whole

you bring your

the toys and bedtime storybooks

you? All right, you're still under the weather. Go lie down and get some

"Okay!"

backpack, Irwin scampered off to the

son, Briony

him to rely on his parents.

herself

mind, Briony opened her shopping app and bought all the children's books and educational toys she'd been eyeing for

New Year's Eve with Stewart and Rosita at the Wentworth estate

night,

the lounge, Irwin was already

the bed and gently lifted the covers. Irwin was clutching

model, and the

likely, Rosita had bought it

was also trying to be a good

She couldn't pretend it didn't affect

or even

do was be there