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

and quietly patted

Irwin's left in the apartment, so Briony

in the too-big slippers, struggling

a short jacket she rarely wore and passed it to him. "Put this on for now. I'll call your father

jacket and sat there

the lounge to

she got was a busy

sat down on the sofa, her

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

down

nervously twisting the

were a tangled

child. But every time she remembered who he was,

her gaze away and dialed Stewart's number

he picked

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

you?" Stewart paused, concern

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

"Alright."

Stewart's answer,

"Mom?"