Chapter 220

Lauren was instantly wracked with guilt.

That morning, Irwin had shattered a glass. Lauren had been on the phone with Helga at the time. She'd heard the sound of breaking glass, but hadn't thought much of it—until Irwin's piercing cries sent her running, heart pounding, as she fumbled to end the call.

By then, it was too late. Irwin had already cut himself.

A deep, long gash ran across his palm, blood welling up and trickling down his small hand.

The commotion quickly brought Stewart to the scene.

"Stewart, I'm so sorry. It was my fault-I wasn't watching Irwin. I let him get hurt." Lauren's face was flushed with remorse, her voice trembling dangerously close to tears.

Seeing this, Rosita hurried to add, "Mom was just caught up in her phone call. She never wanted Irwin to get hurt. It's my fault too—if I hadn't been lying down, feeling sick, maybe I could've kept an eye on him."

Stewart didn't respond to Rosita's attempt at comfort.

In the past, if he'd seen Rosita so upset and self-blaming, he would have tried to reassure her. But today, his disappointment over Irwin's injury overshadowed even the smallest hint of kindness.

He looked right at Rosita, his gaze icy and unreadable. "The medicine Quentin found for you worked well. You seem healthy now."

Rosita blinked in surprise.

"The only reason we rushed the wedding was because you were so ill-we wanted you to have no regrets. But now you're better. The wedding can wait."

Rosita stared at him, incredulous. "But... the engagement's already been announced "

"We'll handle it with PR."

gaze, barely managing to ask, "Then... how

to rush

tears brimming in her eyes. "You want to put the

Irwin's well-being is the only thing that matters." Stewart's dark eyes were sharp, appraising. "Rosita,

Rosita froze.

do," she whispered, her gaze dropping. "But I lost my memory... There's so much I can't remember. I just don't understand what does postponing the wedding have to do

eyes were cold as

the one who raised him. In his mind, when Briony

looking up

But I'm here now, aren't I? I want to make up for those missing five years. Just because I wasn't

"Irwin's only five."

a child. He can't be expected to understand all this. Since Briony left, he's

stared at him,

flickering in his eyes, "it's obvious you had no

I can do too!" Stewart's lips curled into a mirthless smile. "No, you

She froze, hurt.

did for Irwin... no one else can replace." Stewart paused, then continued, "For me, what matters most is that Irwin is with whoever can give him

nails into her

always known how much

she'd believed Irwin

Irwin above all else-even above her, his own child's mother-she finally understood: in Stewart's eyes, she was just a supporting

her like a splash of cold water: Stewart's devotion

saw Irwin as the embodiment of Randolph Driscoll-a

It was an almost obsessive need

thought sent a chill racing

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