Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 150

Upon hearing this, Briony's gaze instinctively drifted down to Irwin's bare feet sticking out from under his pants.

They were filthy-ten tiny toes, red and raw from the cold.

She couldn't help but frown.

The female officer, catching Briony's look of concern, let out a sigh and said gently, "I can see you have a good heart. Even if he's not your own child, he still calls you 'Mom.' Don't send him away, not after everything he's been through."

Briony pressed her lips together and stayed silent.

"It's not easy for any family," the officer added. "Whatever's happened between you and his father, just set it aside for now. Focus on the boy-he's had a rough time."

In the end, Irwin was allowed to stay.

Once the police left, Briony led him to the lounge bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting it to a warm temperature.

"Wash your feet," she told him, holding out the showerhead.

Briony used to do things like this for him herself.

Irwin could sense she was still upset. Though he felt a little aggrieved, he didn't

dare complain. Whatever Briony told him to do, he obeyed without a word.

clean, Briony handed him a

towel and quietly patted

of Irwin's left in the apartment, so Briony fetched her own slippers and handed them

in the too-big slippers, struggling to

a short jacket she rarely wore and passed it to

the jacket and sat there

out of the lounge to call

got

down on the

lounge and scrambled up onto the sofa beside her, sitting obediently, careful not

her head, looking down at his small, anxious

the zipper of the jacket

emotions were a tangled

wasn't fair to let adult grievances spill over onto a child. But every time she remembered who he was, she just couldn't treat him the same way she

her gaze away

he

say a word, Briony cut in. "Irwin's here with me. Come

you?" Stewart paused, concern in

him," Briony replied coolly, glancing at Irwin. "Bring clothes and

"Alright."

Stewart's answer, Briony hung

"Mom?"