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.

Briony

and quietly patted his

apartment, so Briony

awkwardly in the too-big slippers, struggling to walk

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

jacket and sat there

stepped out of the lounge

she got was a

on the

up onto the sofa beside her, sitting obediently, careful

head, looking down at his small,

his head, nervously twisting the zipper of

were a tangled

onto a child. But every time she remembered who he was, she just couldn't treat him the same way she used

away and

he picked

cut in. "Irwin's here

concern in his voice.

him," Briony replied coolly, glancing at Irwin.

"Alright."

Stewart's answer, Briony

"Mom?"