Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 213

Lunar Heights Estate

Rosita stepped in from outside.

Irwin was curled up on the sofa, flipping through a picture book. At the sound of footsteps, he looked up and, spotting Rosita, immediately tossed the book aside.

"Mom!" he called out.

He dashed over and threw his arms around her waist, tilting his chin up to meet her gaze. "Where did you go, Mom?"

Rosita ruffled his hair. "I just had some errands to run. How are you feeling today?"

"My throat doesn't hurt anymore," Irwin answered, lips pursed in a slight pout. "Mom, I want some candy, but Nana said I can't have any."

"It's not just Nana saying no—it's because you can't have sweets right now."

She took his hand and led him back to the sofa, settling beside him. "Think about it, sweetie. When you lived with Mom Bryn, did she ever let you eat snacks?"

"Mom Bryn almost never did, but if I was really good, she'd

give you other snacks besides

but only very

hesitated, then added, "But even though she didn't let me have a lot of store- bought snacks, she'd bake all sorts

passed

was always talking about Briony, and whenever he mentioned her, it was a never-ending stream of

babysitter-how had she managed to win

said softly, "do you think Mom Bryn is better than your real

Mom Bryn's food is really tasty, that's all! She's good at baking, but you're the best at

want you to understand: Mom Bryn didn't give you store-bought snacks because she was trying to protect your tummy. But because she was so careful, it's become a bit too delicate. That's why, if you eat sweets now, you

thought about it. It sort of

Bryn never let me have sweets before, that's why I can't eat

like that," Rosita replied, patting his

biological

was upset with me and your nana. Mom Bryn probably didn't want your dad to

wide-eyed

Was that really true?