Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 472

Lorna strode into the room, flopped onto the couch, crossed her legs, and let out

a dramatic sigh. "How much longer am I supposed to play this wretched, universally despised villainess?"

Stewart turned, taking in Lorna's insolent, slouched posture on the couch, but he was used to her antics by now.

"Ferdinand's reached out to the Wentworths."

Lorna paused mid-stretch. "So he's finally going back to his roots?"

He nodded. "Looks like it."

She snorted. "Stealing your wife and kids wasn't enough for him-now he's after your assets too, huh?"

Stewart's dark eyes chilled. "We can leak the news about that Northside property."

Lorna arched a brow, draping herself over the back of her chair to study him. "Accelerating your little trap, are we?"

"Someone out there is even more impatient than we are. We can't drag this out any longer."

...

Over the weekend, Briony devoted herself to the kids.

Little Mario seemed perfectly content as long as he was with Nina, not once complaining about homework.

the other hand, took several calls from Lorna. Each time, she'd step outside

on-Lorna was hounding Carol about

year-old should be expected to tackle, and there were so many of them. At that age, kids' fingers

home to live with her, at least not yet. So she

conflicts between adults, and Briony couldn't bear the thought that

drove Mario back to Southcreek Manor. She only accompanied him as far as the front gate, letting Carol take him inside. Briony watched them disappear into the house before turning her car around. In

window and turned toward the ink painting hanging beside

betrayed any emotion, but even that was nothing but a chilling indifference. Just as Briony had

a handkerchief

"Dad?"

Mario came running in,

story! Will you

bloodstained handkerchief in his palm, then bent down and scooped

was holding, his voice still rough from the cough. "Did

Mom, and

as carried Mario out the study toward the

room.

he tossed the handkerchief into the

Mom ask

just wanted to know if I was happy

said, setting him down on the

lay back, small and perfectly still, his big dark eyes fixed

at those eyes, Stewart couldn't help but