Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 402

As Irwin's biological mother, Rosita knew that no matter how much her fortunes might decline in the future, she could always count on Irwin to guarantee her a life of comfort and luxury.

With that thought, Rosita turned to her son. "Irwin, sweetheart, could you step outside for a moment? Mommy needs to talk to your teacher alone."

The nurse, seeing Rosita was all right, quietly left the room.

Irwin looked up at Jeannie.

Jeannie smiled and patted his head. "Be a good boy, Irwin. Your mom and I need

to have a grown-up conversation. Wait for us outside, okay?"

"Okay." Irwin obediently slipped out of the hospital room, even pulling the door shut behind him.

Inside, Jeannie grabbed a chair and sat down beside the bed, her posture cold and imperious. She fixed Rosita with a hard stare. "Go on. I'm listening."

Rosita closed her eyes, as if bracing herself for a firing squad. "Irwin isn't Stewart's biological son."

Jeannie had suspected as much. "Then who is his real father?"

"Stewart thinks Irwin belongs to his late friend Randolph, but..." Rosita squeezed her eyes shut. "But the truth is, Irwin's real father is someone else entirely."

Wentworth always believed Irwin was Randolph's child, but you-you cheated on Randolph,

the details. Since you happened to overhear me today, just name your price. What will it take for you to keep this

mind raced, piecing

to him. But if Stewart discovered Irwin wasn't Randolph's son after all, Irwin might lose

to promise me-no more chasing after Stewart. I'll be honest with you: I

eyes in

stood, headed for the door, and left with Irwin in tow. Left alone, Rosita pulled out her

left the hospital and climbed into a

hour later, she arrived

her at the door and led

At the

second

knocked, waited a

then opened the

Lockwood is here."

"Sir,

quietly shut

was dim, lit only by a single lamp.