Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 335

So it was all about Irwin.

Briony wasn't surprised at least, not really.

"What have I ever done to him?" she said with a faint laugh. "Don't make it sound like I've been cruel or something."

Stewart sighed, frustration creeping into his voice. "Irwin's actually quite sensitive. Briony, I know you hold grudges against me and against Rosita, but Irwin is innocent in all this."

Briony's gaze was icy. "Innocent? And what, my son deserved what happened to him?"

"That's not what I meant."

Stewart's brow furrowed. "I get that you're angry, and you can take it all out on me

if you want. But can't you show Irwin a little more care? For the sake of his real father?"

Briony's eyes narrowed.

Of course Stewart would pull that move. When persuasion failed, he'd even invoke Irwin's heroic father for sympathy.

"Stewart, I respect heroes. But I'm just a mother who lost her child. I'm petty and small-minded—I can't possibly understand your grand generosity."

"The best I can do is not take out my pain on Irwin. But if you expect me to treat him as my own, that's simply impossible."

"You don't have to treat him like your own," Stewart said quietly. "Just... show him a little kindness."

eyes never leaving his. "If

is just the nanny I

own professional caretaker, why are

to Irwin in a way no

really mattered, then how come

lips together, his dark

these shares to Little Nina, then

the documents back on the table and turned to leave. Stewart

shares for Little

folder and held it out to her. "Hold onto them

Little Nina? Is this your idea of fatherly love? Give her five percent of the company, and in retum expect her mother to care for your enemy's child? Stewart, you don't deserve

struck silent by her

finally spoke. "I didn't

Please,

laugh. "If you really mean it, give her ten percent-no

lingered

stance was unyielding; there was no room for

voice dropped. "Fine. Ten percent. No

the new paperwork and

his grasp and strode

passed the large window, catching a fleeting glimpse of the watercolor Stewart had pressured her to finish four years ago. She barely glanced at it and kept walking,

until she

rubbed his brow, the silence broken only by the sound

bright and early to pick up Briony