Chapter 404

Once inside, she realized Stewart wasn't downstairs.

"Irwin, go up to your room and start your homework."

"Okay." Irwin trudged up the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly in a foul mood.

Jeannie, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. She hurried back to her room to touch up her makeup and spritzed herself with perfume before stepping out again.

As she left her room, Stewart emerged from his study at the same moment.

"Mr. Wentworth," Jeannie called, walking over with a bright smile. "Just finished working?"

The moment she approached, a wave of overpowering floral fragrance hit him.

Stewart's eyebrows knit together, and his voice stayed cool. "Where's Irwin?" Jeannie answered sweetly, "He's in his room, working on his homework!" Without another word, Stewart headed straight for Irwin's room.

Jeannie, unwilling to give up so easily, trailed behind.

Stewart paused outside Irwin's door, glancing back at her. "I haven't had dinner yet. Could you go downstairs and make me some pasta? Something light."

"Of course!" Jeannie replied, her heart fluttering as she turned and hurried down the stairs.

Stewart watched her go, his gaze growing distant and troubled.

he opened the door and stepped

at all. He was slumped over his desk,

"Irwin?"

and gently patted his head. "Why are

startled, and scrambled to

boy's anxious face, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Did something

darted

something's wrong, you have to tell

his tears away with his sleeve, Irwin looked up at Stewart, voice barely above a whisper. "Dad, will you always treat me like this?

hair with his big hand. "Why do you ask all of a

shook his head, forcing a smile. "Just wondered, that's all.

Stewart sat down beside him.

pointed vaguely

began explaining

distracted, clearly not himself. Stewart noticed,

came up to

her to stay with Irwin, then went downstairs

was disappointed, but all she

bowl of pasta, the

at it for a moment, lost in

dialed Carl. "I need you to

Irwin to school. On her way home, as she waited at a traffic light, a cement mixer with failed brakes slammed into

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