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."

disbelief. "You mean Mr. Wentworth always believed Irwin was Randolph's child, but

a choice!" Rosita spat, her voice edged with bitterness. "This is my private business. You don't need all the details. Since

raced, piecing

son after all, Irwin might lose everything in Stewart's eyes. And if

"But you have to promise me-no more chasing after Stewart. I'll be honest with you: I care for Mr. Wentworth. If

eyes in defeat. "Fine.

left with Irwin in tow. Left alone, Rosita pulled

and climbed into

an hour later, she arrived at Lockwood

housekeeper met her at the door

At the

the second floor,

knocked, waited a

opened the

Lockwood is here."

"Sir,

housekeeper quietly

dim, lit only by a single lamp. Barrie