Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 332

"Because he wasn't born from Mommy. He has his own mom."

Stewart's face darkened. "Briony, there's no need to say things like that to a child."

"Oh, really?" Briony shot him a cold smile. "You want Little Nina to be close to Irwin, but have you even considered whether Irwin can accept this little sister who's suddenly appeared in his life?"

His expression grew stormy. "So you're teaching Little Nina to be wary of Irwin?"

"I'm simply telling my daughter the truth. She may be small, but she's not stupid. She'll work out for herself how to deal with Irwin."

Stewart looked at Briony, disappointment flickering in his eyes.

"You've changed, Briony."

Briony's laughter was short and sharp. "No, Stewart. You just never really knew me. You never really understood Irwin, either. Don't look at me like that, as though I'm the villain here. Maybe you should ask yourself-do you really love Irwin as much as you say? If you did, why are you always trying to hand off the responsibility of looking after him to someone else?"

Stewart's gaze turned cold, his dark eyes locked on her.

Briony ignored him, turning to stare out the window, her face unreadable.

Seeing this, Stewart clenched his jaw and said nothing more, turning away with a stony face.

The car fell into heavy silence.

Little Nina reached her arms toward James. "Godfather, cuddle!"

immediately scooped her into his lap, ruffling her hair. "Missing your godfather

rested against his chest, her voice small and

sense her mood and let

him, whispering, "Godfather, I don't really like him. He always makes Mommy upset.

explain the complicated mess between Stewart and Briony to a child. He settled for, "Let the grown-ups sort

her eyes,

arms so she'd be more comfortable. "Then nap

her eyes,

the minivan pulled into their

later, they drove through

to a stop in the

by one, everyone

the car, Irwin came racing

"Dad! Mom!"

was dressed in his private school uniform, looking every bit the well-mannered prep schooler. His features had lost their babyish roundness, and there was a distinct trace of Rosita's

ran toward her, Briony's gaze

stood beside her

stopped in

"Irwin, from now on,

instant. He stared at Briony, as if hoping

nothing, didn't even look

shoulders drooped. It

been fo

he'd seen her. He'd