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.

time, she'd step outside to

knew exactly what was going on-Lorna

assignments. Most of them were well beyond what a four- year-old should be expected to tackle, and there were so many of them. At that age, kids' fingers are still so delicate, but Lorna insisted on Mario grinding

her, at least not yet. So she never said a bad word about

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

Carol take him inside. Briony watched them

drew his gaze back from the window and turned toward the ink painting hanging

severe profile; only the eyes and brows betrayed any emotion, but even that was nothing but a chilling indifference. Just as Briony had once described

a

"Dad?"

Mario came running in, clutching

me a new story! Will you

in his palm, then bent

voice still

I slept with Mom, and she sang a lullaby

as carried Mario out

room.

he tossed the handkerchief

ask you

know if I was happy here.

him down on the bed. "Lie down

small and perfectly still,

eyes, Stewart couldn't help