Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 215

Briony showed no emotion as she walked straight past them, heading directly for the elevator.

Behind her, Irwin's cries echoed through the hallway.

"Mom! Mom, please don't go! It hurts, Mom-please, it hurts so much... Don't ignore me, Mom, please..."

People waiting by the elevator turned to stare at Irwin. Seeing how the boy's eyes never left Briony, their gazes shifted to her, curiosity mingling with judgment.

But Briony remained utterly unmoved.

"Poor kid's bawling his eyes out, and his mother doesn't even flinch," an older woman muttered under her breath.

Her daughter leaned in, whispering, "Maybe they're divorced. That boy looks like he's with his dad."

"So what if they're divorced? Since when does that mean a mother stops caring about her child? Who could be so heartless?"

Briony listened to the whispered gossip swirling around her, feeling nothing at all. Irwin had his own mother. It wasn't her place to worry about him anymore.

The elevator arrived. Briony stepped in, followed by the others. She moved into a corner, keeping her distance. The doors slid shut, cutting off the sound of Irwin's cries.

Irwin stared at the closed elevator doors, his sobs slowly dying down.

His mother really didn't love him anymore.

He was hurt, and she couldn't even spare him a glance...

He lowered his head. In his mind, Rosita's voice replayed, cold and matter-of-fact:

[Your Mom Bryn has her own baby now. She won't love you anymore.]

Irwin's red-rimmed eyes brimmed with resentment.

Briony knocked on the

saw her. "Ms. Kensington! Come on

gentle smile

completely absorbed in a

I'll be done

looked, Briony finally felt

you some nourishing soup and a few light side dishes. Want

tossing his phone aside. His eyes zeroed

"Nope," Briony replied.

fell in an

laugh at his crestfallen expression. "Your wound hasn't healed yet.

cook. You really don't need to be making gourmet meals for me when you're pregnant, you know!" James sighed. "It's just... I'm seriously craving

just looking out for

containers from Briony, and placed them neatly

that Briony had cooked for

He wasn't disappointed.

comforting. The sides were simple but

looking at her

he was little, so I had to be careful with every meal. I bought some books, watched

"Lucky brat. Too bad he doesn't appreciate it—a real little

pressed her lips

moments ago. For five years, she had loved him as her own, giving him everything without expecting anything in return. She never thought about repayment-but she also never imagined that, in just a few short months, they would go from inseparable to complete strangers. She hadn't realized how fragile

...

for a while, Briony

but work was piling up. Although the faculty at The Antiquarian Society had already explained their

Hannah Lane greeted her with news. "Someone's sent you something

this time?"

put them on