Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 101

"Irwin!"

Stewart strode over, his expression stern as he fixed his gaze on Irwin. "That's no way to behave. Apologize."

"I didn't say anything wrong!" Irwin protested, defiant. "Mom Rosita's already hurt, and it's not right for my mom to take out her bad mood on her!"

Stewart's face darkened immediately. "Irwin. Apologize. Now."

Irwin's lips pressed into a thin line. He was afraid of Stewart-no matter how much he wanted to argue, he dared not say another word.

But apologize? He wouldn't do it.

Rosita limped over to Irwin's side, gently cupping his cheek in her hand as she soothed him in a soft voice. "Irwin, that wasn't the right thing to say. Come on, apologize to your Mom Bryn."

Irwin stared at the floor, stubbornly silent.

Briony watched the entire exchange with cold detachment.

numb. She felt nothing

now.

the abbot at Brightspring Abbey

retrieving her mother's portrait

again, her voice was calm and unwavering. "The dead deserve respect.

everything arranged for the funeral?" Stewart asked, trying to keep his tone neutral. "If you

something," Briony replied, meeting his eyes. She lifted her arm and pointed toward

Stewart's expression clouded over.

he said nothing more. He simply stared at Briony for a

glanced at Briony and said gently, "Ms. Kensington, we'll take

gave Briony

nothing but disgust. She turned away, unable

Stewart, but

back to him, making no move

had changed in his mother. He wondered if she even cared about him

him at the center of her world now refuse

the three of them had finally left, Briony