NovelGoldChapter 101 "Irwin!" Stewart strode over, his expression stern as he fixed his gaze on Irwin. "That's no way to behave. Apologize." "I didn't say anything wrong!" Irwin protested, defiant. "Mom Rosita's already hurt, and it's not right for my mom to take out her bad mood on her!" Stewart's face darkened immediately. "Irwin. Apologize. Now." Irwin's lips pressed into a thin line. He was afraid of Stewart-no matter how much he wanted to argue, he dared not say another word.
But apologize? He wouldn't do it.
Rosita limped over to Irwin's side, gently cupping his cheek in her hand as she soothed him in a soft voice. "Irwin, that wasn't the right thing to say. Con, apologize to your Mom Bryn." Irwin stared at the floor, stubbornly silent.
Briony watched the entire exchange with cold detachment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe moment Irwin spoke up for Rosita, something inside her went numb. She felt nothing but bitter disappointment, so much so that even anger seemed pointless now.
Her mind wandered to the tthe abbot at Brightspring Abbey had chosen for her mother's funeral.
Briony turned away, retrieving her mother's portrait and carefully putting it back in place.
When she faced the others again, her voice was calm and unwavering. "The dead deserve respect. You've come, put on your little show-now you can leave." "Is everything arranged for the funeral?" Stewart asked, trying to keep his tone neutral. "If you need help with anything, just tell me." "There is something," Briony replied, meeting his eyes. She lifted her arm and pointed toward the door. "Take your partner and your child, and get out." Stewart's expression clouded over.
But this time, he said nothing more. He simply stared at Briony for a moment, then took Irwin's hand. "Irwin, let's go." At this, Rosita quickly grabbed Irwin's other hand. She glanced at Briony and said gently, "Ms. Kensington, we'll take our leave now. My condolences." With that, she gave Briony a polite nod.
Briony felt nothing but disgust. She turned away, unable to stand the sight of them.
Irwin was led out by Stewart, but he kept glancing back every few steps.
Briony had her back to him, making no move to look his way.
Irwin felt something had changed in his mother. He wondered if she even cared about him anymore.
He couldn't understand it-how could the mom who once put him at the center of her world now refuse to spare him even a glance? Once the three of them had finally left, Briony pressed her fingers to her throbbing temple.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStella walked over, her eyes full of concern. "Are you alright? If you need to sit down, just say so."
Briony shook her head, checked the time, and said, "It's ab about tTell the staff to prepare for the burial ceremony at the cemetery."
Stella nodded and turned to find someone, but before she could call po out, several people entered the room. Wreaths-dozens of them-were carried in, one after another.
Stella stared, dumbfounded. "What on earth is going on?" Briony turned around and caught sight of James walking in, dressed in black.
Behind him followed an elegant, distinguished couple.
It was her mentor, Professor Carney Winslow, and his wife, Mrs. Gwendolyn White.
James strode over, frowning at Briony. "Something this big, and didn't even tell I even tell me? Good thing I keep my ear to the ground. If I missed your mother's funeral, Professor Winslow would never lethear the end of it!"
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