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.

his feet were clean, Briony handed him a towel. "Dry

and

left in the apartment, so Briony fetched her

in the too-big slippers,

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

jacket and

the lounge to call

all she got

sat down on the

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

down

head, nervously twisting the zipper of the jacket in

were

knew it 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

gaze away

time, he picked

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

to you?" Stewart paused, concern

Briony replied coolly, glancing at Irwin.

"Alright."

Stewart's answer,

"Mom?"