Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 19

Hearing this, Rosita hurried forward and took Fiona's hand, her voice gentle and soothing. "Fiona, please, don't get worked up yet. What exactly did my brother say to you? Could this be a misunderstanding? Ms. Kensington has always treated Irwin like her own son-why would she ever hurt him?"

"Rosita, don't let this woman fool you!" Fiona shot Briony a glare, then squeezed Rosita's hand with a sigh. "It's one thing for Irwin to be young and easily manipulated, but you're his real mother-you should know how treacherous people can be! Briony's birth mother was a criminal, and she's just as conniving as her mother. Both the Hudsons and the Kensingtons refuse to acknowledge her that says it all!"

Rosita stared at Briony, her face frozen with disbelief.

"Ms. Kensington, is what Fiona said true?" she asked quietly.

Briony couldn't help but let out a cold, incredulous laugh. She saw no reason to dignify Rosita's question with an answer.

Instead, she fixed her gaze on Fiona, lowering the hand that had been covering her face, and spoke icily:

"First of all, if you're so concerned about why Irwin had a fever, maybe you should ask your own son. Second, there's a big difference between accidental manslaughter and being a murderer. If you can't tell the two apart, perhaps your son can give you a little crash course in law. For someone who runs in high society, Fiona, you really ought to know the basics. Otherwise, you're bound to make a fool of yourself."

"You-!" Fiona bristled with anger. "Briony, you have no respect for your elders!" Briony let out a cold snort. "As I said, you were the one who acted without dignity first. Don't blame me for not showing respect."

"Ms. Kensington, Fiona's only acting out of concern. She's our elder, and as the younger generation, we

appeased. "See, now that's what I call a well-

loud at the

anyone-prejudice is a mountain that cannot be moved by words

turned her gaze

his dark eyes unreadable. As Briony looked at him, his gaze

a moment,

eyes were bleak, yet she forced a bitter

in the next couple days, let's go to city hall

jumped in eagerly before

you waiting for? Go to city hall tomorrow and get the divorce

Stewart, worry etched across

he glanced at Rosita. His dark eyes were so intense and fathomless that they

All color drained