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.

was at

"Drag him out if

"...I

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

nor did he show

She turned and walked to the living room, where Carol was sitting. "They're 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

it

all. I just need to put on fresh

"Um..."

Carol, you and little Mario should stay!" Little Nina chimed in from the side. "Tomorrow's Saturday—I want to play

lit up as well. He hurried

down at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Little Mario, do you want to say something?"

pointed to Little

lips, patiently

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

shone with excitement as she stroked his hair. "You're amazing,

clapped

eyes curving with joy,

reddened as she watched

"I've been with him for so long, and I never thought he could make such progress in just

you care about him," Briony replied, her impression of Carol growing even warmer. Carol always looked at little Mario with genuine love and

Garry and Stewart suddenly stood up from the

Instead, Stewart and Garry threw their arms around each other's