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.

keep her grief at bay, her voice icy. "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 in peace and comfort, never worrying

are you serious right

a sharp, bitter laugh. "Honestly, Stewart, just look at Jeannie. Irwin

at her,

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

handed him

closer to Ferdinand, muttering under his breath, "You can tell-Bryn's

faintly. "She knows exactly what

anger. "Briony, I

her in

replied coldet ay,

I are leaving. It's your

that she wasn't going to back down,

No one would choose to have Rosita as a mother-you

about my own son, I can barely stop myself from wanting to wring