Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 377

"Irwin is still just a child. Where exactly do you expect me to send him?"

"That's not really my problem," Briony replied, her tone detached and unconcerned.

"Briony, even if you're angry, that's no reason to say something like this."

"My son is dead, Stewart. Rosita killed him. Do you really think I'm just being petty?"

Stewart's gaze darkened as he stared at her.

Briony let out a cold laugh. "Moral lectures won't work on me anymore, Stewart. Besides, you've got money to burn-doesn't Jeannie look after Irwin just fine?"

"She's just his teacher. That's not the same as a mother."

"Then send Irwin back to Rosita. As far as I'm concerned, I had one son-and he's gone. You took him from me, ignored my wishes, and buried him in your family's plot! Stewart, tell me, how am I supposed to forgive that?"

Stewart faltered, stunned.

"Don't act like this is tearing you up inside. If you can't stand to see Irwin suffer, then let me and Little Nina go. You two can play happy family, live

you serious

Stewart, just look at Jeannie. Irwin needs a mother-she's perfect. Marry Jeannie, and you get

glared at her, his

that, James, who'd just taken a sip of tea, sputtered and nearly

handed him

wiped his mouth and leaned closer to Ferdinand, muttering

just smiled faintly. "She knows exactly what

eyes flashed with anger. "Briony, I

her in

replied coldet ay, if Irwin stays,

and I are leaving.

going to back down,

his parents. No one would choose to have Rosita as a

about my own son, I can barely stop