Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 171

Rosita shook her head gently. "Irwin's still just a child, and honestly, Ms. Kensington has taken wonderful care of him. He's a good-hearted boy, and it's only right that he remembers her kindness."

Lauren's worry only deepened at this. "Rosita, you're too naïve! I know you and Stewart have always had a steady marriage, and that Stewart married her for you and Irwin's sake. But men-well, sometimes they just can't resist temptation. And with your health these days..."

Rosita's expression tightened as she looked at her mother. "Mom, what are you trying to say?"

Lauren let out a sigh, resignation written all over her face. "You've just been sheltered for too long, that's all. Stewart's always protected you. Just be careful, all right?"

Rosita only smiled, reaching out to squeeze Lauren's hand gently as she tried to reassure her. “Don't worry, Mom. I know exactly where I stand with Stewart. I appreciate your concern, truly, but I trust both Stewart and Irwin."

Lauren looked at her daughter, torn between frustration and helplessness at Rosita's innocence. Good thing she'd made her own preparations-otherwise, her position as the future Wentworth family's mother-in-law might not have been so secure!

Lauren kept Rosita company for a little while longer, until she got a call from one of her friends in high society.

She'd made plans with Helga yesterday to go to Felipa's house for a bridge game, and she couldn't possibly miss it.

"Rosita, darling, I promised Helga I'd help with something today, so I have to run. Get plenty of rest and focus on getting better. I'll come by again soon."

"Of course, Mom. Take

Lauren gathered her purse

soon as the door to the hospital room closed, Rosita's gentle

contacts, and, relying on memory, dialed

rang a few times before

words came out choked with emotion. "I'm sorry,

...

Northborough International Airport.

the first row of waiting area chairs. A few rows behind her, Stella and James sat together in matching outfits-identical sunglasses and hats, looking

arrived, holding Irwin's hand as they made their way toward

followed dutifully,

over a black sweater, paired with dark blue jeans that emphasized his

upright posture and chiseled, stoic features. He drew more

even tried to sneak photos with their phones; a few younger ones looked like they wanted to strike up a conversation, but as soon

a woman sighed in disappointment. "All the good ones get snatched up young-no wonder the