Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 379

At eight-thirty that evening, Stewart returned to Sunset Ridge Villas.

Irwin had just finished his homework. Hearing the familiar sound of the car in the driveway, he looked up at Jeannie and asked, "I think Dad's home, isn't he?"

"That's right." Jeannie smiled, ruffling his hair. "Let's go down and say hi to your father."

"Okay!"

As Irwin and Jeannie made their way downstairs, Stewart was already settled on the sofa.

"Dad!" Irwin dashed over to him.

Stewart paused in the middle of rubbing his temples, then looked up at Irwin and offered a faint smile. "Done with your homework?"

"Yep!" Irwin frowned with concern. "Dad, is something wrong? Did work tire you out again?"

"I'm fine." Stewart patted the seat next to him. "Come sit with me for a while."

Irwin nodded and took a seat beside his father.

Jeannie walked over, her voice warm with cheer. "Mr. Wentworth, I made some nourishing soup in the kitchen. I'll bring some out for you and Irwin to have before bed."

Stewart pinched the bridge of his nose again and gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

Jeannie turned and headed to the kitchen, humming contentedly to herself.

"Dad, when are Mom Bryn and my little sister coming home?" Irwin asked.

Stewart looked at him, reached out to gently stroke his hair, but didn't answer the question. Instead, he asked, "Did you get tired doing your homework?"

alright. Isn't that just how it goes for kids in

gazed at him, his

for the first time. The next

he came home, he'd brought Irwin a small gift, planning to

to his surprise, Irwin had come to him first,

only made Stewart

Irwin had found the courage to

Irwin's lack of security; his son was a

after Briony had

Vel

the place of a mother. Deep down, Irwin still longed

completeness... could it

closed his eyes, wrestling with

he thought he could almost hear that familiar

the ultrasound. That little shape is

I'll buy her all kinds

it's a boy, I'll

to be

he can do something great

way back for me... Please, take care of Rosita and the

His lips pressed into a tight

on his small face. "Dad, are you

to look at

himself

speaking. "If

Ms. Jeannie to