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.

resist. In fact, once Stewart was holding

from the living room. Briony

"Daddy."

Briony froze.

Stewart "Daddy"-and

on? Had little Mario and Stewart already

little Mario leaned into Stewart, Briony

looking for her long ago, but she had failed

yet he

his speech had developed late-he'd

of it cut Briony

hadn't protected little Mario. She owed him more than

in the living room was

not happy

the boy for four years, after all. He'd done everything to keep him alive, spent more money than he could count, and yet with just

Garry didn't realize was that ever since Stewart

he'd been

attention to the boy.

had Carl secretly investigate, but kept things discreet,

the children, it was part of a larger

directly, Stewart couldn't make any