Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 131

Irwin was the kind of child who tugged at your heartstrings.

Briony turned her gaze away. "Finish your dinner, then I'll call your father to come pick you up.

Irwin's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. "Okay! I'll do whatever you say, Mom!"

Briony's expression hardened. "And one more thing." She looked directly at Irwin, her voice stern. "Stop calling me Mom."

Irwin froze.

"No more 'Mom'..." His face fell, and as he saw how serious Briony looked, his head drooped. He answered in a small, muffled voice, "Okay."

Briony looked away. "Let's go."

James nodded. "You go on ahead. I'll keep an eye on this kid."

Irwin tried to catch up to Briony, but James grabbed his arm. Irwin looked up and glared at him, his eyes rimmed red.

James couldn't help but sigh at the pitiful sight. "Hey, kid, be good and don't cause trouble, or I'll toss you out on the street and let you fend for yourself!"

Irwin nodded, sulking.

James remained cautious.

As they walked, he kept a firm hold on Irwin's hand, never letting him get too close to Briony.

In the car, he made sure Briony sat up front, while Hannah and Irwin took the back seat.

dinner, he sat himself right between

young, but he wasn't clueless. He knew James was deliberately keeping him away from his

he'd tried so hard to be a good boy-why did James

couldn't figure it

on his spoon, tilting his head

James said, placing a piece of honey-glazed pork in Irwin's bowl. "Eyes

stared at the meat with a gloomy expression. "I don't

you're given!" James huffed. "If you don't like it, ask your Mom Rosita to make you something else when you get

but then he remembered what Mom Rosita had told him. He could only glare at James, then lower his head and stuff

uncle would help Mom calm

was happy again, he wouldn't have to put up with James anymore.

didn't throw a tantrum, just quietly focused on his

Irwin would have been

he suddenly grown up so

James glanced at Briony.

the whole time, chatting earnestly with Hannah and

of tea, then looked back at Irwin. Irwin was just

I want some shrimp, but

James: "..."

had to remind himself—the kid was only five. It's not like he could

pair of disposable gloves and peeled three big shrimp

when you're full, your

have to worry—my dad will call me when he's

James: "..."

his teacup again, and took a long sip, savoring the flavor before commenting,