Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 313

Briony glanced at the clock—already half past nine.

The kids really should be getting to bed.

She walked over, eyeing the three empty bottles of whiskey on the dining table. She wasn't worried about them out of kindness; but if something happened while they were drinking in her house, she'd be the one in trouble.

"Gentlemen, it's getting late. Time to head home," Briony said, her voice crisp and

no-nonsense.

At her words, Stewart arched a dark brow, his eyes slightly glazed and tinged red from the alcohol as he looked at Garry. With a faint, teasing smile he said, "Garry, you heard her. Time to go."

"Me?" Garry chuckled. "Stewart, Ms. Kensington isn't just sending me away, you know."

Stewart's lips curled. "We're married-how could she possibly send me away?" Garry let out a dry laugh and turned to Briony. "Ms. Kensington, do you agree with that?"

Briony had no patience for their drunken banter-especially since both men were clearly three sheets to the wind. She called Carl in directly.

When Carl saw Stewart, he was stunned. After working with Stewart for so many years, he'd never seen him drink this much. Stewart's whole face was flushed red, and the bloodshot look in his eyes was almost alarming.

Carl's gaze flicked to the empty bottles on the table. He sucked in a breath—if anyone with a weaker constitution had drunk this much, they'd be on their way to the ER for a stomach pump.

He walked over to Stewart, bent down, and spoke softly, "Mr. Wentworth, it's late. Let me drive you home?"

Stewart didn't move. He sat tall and still, long fingers idly turning an empty glass. He didn't speak, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

at a

him out

hesitated. "...I really

a low

nor did he show any

both drunk and probably won't be leaving anytime soon. Little Mario's still sick—he can't be staying up late. Do you want me to have a driver take you home, or would you

it be too

just need to put on

"Um..."

chimed in from the

eyes lit up as

exactly what he was thinking. "Little Mario, do you want to say something?" Carol knelt and gently rubbed his head. "Tell me, or I

Mario pointed to

Carol tapped his lips, patiently encouraging him. "Can you tell

closed as he thought it over, then finally, slowly, he said, word

as she stroked his hair. "You're amazing, little Mario!

Nina clapped her hands

along, his dark eyes curving with joy, a spark of life shining

eyes reddened as

wiped her eyes, and turned to Briony. "I've been with him for so long, and I never thought he

replied, her impression of Carol growing even warmer. Carol always looked at little Mario with genuine love and concern. Garry might have picked a shaky

Stewart suddenly stood

over to help Stewart, but Stewart waved him off. Instead, Stewart and Garry threw