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 to

going on-Lorna was

many of them. At that age,

knew she couldn't bring her son home to live with her, at least not yet. So she never

was too little to understand the conflicts between adults, and Briony couldn't bear the thought that

Southcreek Manor. She only accompanied him as far as the front gate, letting Carol take him inside. Briony

window and turned toward the ink

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

pressing a handkerchief

"Dad?"

little Mario

bought me a new story! Will you

balled up the bloodstained handkerchief in his palm, then bent down and

still rough from the cough. "Did you

with Mom, and she sang

carried Mario out the study

room.

hallway, he tossed the handkerchief into the

ask you

head. "She just wanted to know if I was happy here. I answered just like you told me

did great," Stewart said, setting him down

back, small and perfectly still, his

Stewart couldn't