Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 295

James pressed his lips together, his expression grave as he gave a heavy nod.

Briony's knife slipped from her hand and clattered onto the cutting board.

"Careful!" James rushed forward and pulled her out of harm's way.

The sudden commotion startled Gwendolyn White, who quickly turned off the stove and spun around to look at Briony.

Seeing Briony's stricken face, Gwendolyn frowned. "What's wrong?"

Briony's complexion was ashen, her eyes rimmed red.

Rosita had killed her son.

And what had she just done?

She had just held that child in her arms...

Briony closed her eyes, trying to steady her emotions. "Have Garry take the boy and leave. Right now."

She knew the child was innocent.

But his mother was the one who had killed her son.

Gwendolyn steadied Briony and called out to James, "Why are you standing there? Go, now!"

James let out a weary sigh and walked out of the kitchen-nearly colliding with Garry in the hallway.

was about to step inside when James stopped him with an outstretched arm. "What are

knows little Mario is your son with Rosita. She'll never forgive Rosita. If you have any decency

is my son, but

four years. The tabloids have been full of stories about her giving you a son. And now you expect us

had to have a

James froze.

Rosita can't have children?

Garry said, glancing past James toward the

spoke loudly enough that Briony and Gwendolyn could

both women stood

long as he isn't Rosita's

pressed her lips

affection for Garry, but little Mario's situation tugged at

a mother herself, Briony just couldn't bring herself

respect for Carney, she

out a bottle of whiskey and invited Garry to join him

driver and Carney was insistent, he

side

into child-sized bowls and tied on their bibs, then left the rest to

eat on her own since she was a year old, and by now, at age four, she

more delicate; Carol had always fed

piece of beef with her fork and pop it into her mouth, he stared,

teeth were all healthy, and she chewed confidently-bite of food,

couldn't take his eyes off

at how well Little Nina eats. Maybe you

down at the fork