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.

can't stand to see Irwin suffer, then let me and Little

you serious right

joking?" She let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Honestly, Stewart, just look at Jeannie. Irwin needs a mother-she's perfect. Marry Jeannie, and you get a ready-made wife and a live-in

glared at her,

James, who'd just taken a sip

handed

his mouth and leaned closer to Ferdinand, muttering under his breath,

"She knows

anger. "Briony, I told

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replied coldet ay, if

I are leaving.

she wasn't going to back down, Stewart's expression

a child. He didn't choose his parents. No one would choose to have Rosita as a mother-you can't blame

saint. Every time I think about my own son, I can barely stop