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

flatly, "Drag him out if you

hesitated. "...I

unwelcome Stewart was, Garry let out a low laugh. "Stewart,

did he

be leaving anytime soon. Little Mario's still

"Wouldn't it be too much

I just need to put on fresh sheets

"Um..."

stay!" Little Nina chimed in from the

this, little Mario's eyes lit up as

knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Little Mario, do you want to say

Mario pointed to Little

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

mouth opened and closed as he thought it over, then finally, slowly, he said, word by word, "I want... to sleep... at... Little Nina's

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

Little Nina clapped her

joy, a

eyes reddened as she

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

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 stepmom for the boy, but at least he'd found

then, Garry and Stewart suddenly stood up

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