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."

do fake kindness," Briony replied coldly, her eyes never leaving his. "If you want someone who's good at coddling his feelings,

darkened. "Jeannie is just the nanny I hired,

caretaker, why are

Irwin in a way no one else

absence really mattered, then how come Irwin was perfectly fine

his lips together, his dark eyes steady

these shares to Little

the table and turned to leave. Stewart caught

shares for Little

picked up the folder and held it out to her.

percent of the company, and in retum expect her mother to care

struck silent by her

he finally spoke.

said about Irwin. Please, just

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

lingered

unyielding; there was

pause, his voice dropped. "Fine.

paperwork and send it to me when

his

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

her until she disappeared

rubbed his brow, the silence broken only

bright and early