Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 441

Briony shot to her feet in the side lounge, her eyes riveted to the security monitor where little Mario's face appeared.

"How can it be..." James was just as stunned. "Little Mario?!"

Briony's eyes turned red, brimming with tears, as she stared at the boy cradled in Marlene's arms. Memories of the first time she met little Mario flashed through her mind-she'd felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, a connection she couldn't

name.

She didn't need any more proof.

Right then and there, Briony was certain: little Mario was her son.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Without thinking, she turned and rushed toward the living room.

She had to find her boy.

"Ms. Kensington." The secretary stepped into her path. "You can't go in there yet." Briony frowned, looking at the woman in frustration.

James quickly got up and joined her, lowering his voice to soothe her. "Wait. Let's see what Garry is planning first."

Although she was desperate, Briony knew the truth-this was Garry's territory. If he didn't give his consent, getting her son back wouldn't be so simple.

She forced herself to sit back down next to James, trying to rein in her anxiety.

On the monitor, at that moment, Stewart reached out and took little Mario into his

arms.

Mario didn't resist. In fact, once Stewart was holding

the footage, but the lounge wasn't far from the living room. Briony could just make out the childish

"Daddy."

Briony froze.

had called Stewart "Daddy"-and had

Mario and Stewart already recognized each other as

Briony was overwhelmed by a

for her long

actually the older brother, yet he was so much

mother's care, his speech had

thought of it cut Briony to the

owed him more

atmosphere in the living room was fraught with

for one, was not happy about little Mario calling Stewart

everything to keep him alive, spent more money than he could count, and yet with

was that ever since

been

attention to the boy.

but kept things discreet, not

had switched the children, it was part of a larger

confronted him directly, Stewart couldn't make any