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."

kindness," Briony replied coldly, her eyes never leaving his. "If you want someone who's

"Jeannie is just the nanny I hired,

his own professional caretaker, why are

to Irwin in a way

my absence really mattered, then how come Irwin was

his dark eyes

shares to Little Nina,

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

those shares for Little

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

her five percent of the company, and in retum expect her mother to care for your enemy's child? Stewart, you don't deserve to be Little

struck silent

was a long moment before he finally spoke. "I didn't think it through.

Irwin. Please, just

you really mean it,

gaze lingered

stance was unyielding; there was no room for

his voice dropped. "Fine. Ten percent.

Draw up the new paperwork and send it to me when

her arm out of his grasp

catching a fleeting glimpse of the watercolor Stewart had pressured her to finish four years ago. She barely glanced at

eyes followed her until

broken only

up bright and early to pick up Briony and