NovelGoldChapter 136 When Stewart arrived at Lunar Heights Estate, he found Rosita standing on the very edge of the rooftop. She wore a flowing white dress, her long hair whipping around her shoulders in the icy wind.
"Stewart, I'm sorry. I just... I can't do this anymore..." Tears streamed down her face as she met his gaze, her whole body trembling with a grief and hopelessness that cut right through him.
Maxine, nearby, was beside herself with worry-she looked as if she might drop to her knees and beg Rosita to step back from the ledge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the end, Stewart managed to talk Rosita down.
Her depression had been getting worse lately, so Stewart arranged for the best psychiatrist in the city to take over her care.
The doctor insisted Rosita couldn't handle the stress of returning to work, and that she needed a break-a chance to focus entirely on her recovery.
Maxine hated to let her go, but with Rosita this unwell-and Stewart absolutely firm on the matter-she had no choice but to agree.
With Rosita sick, Stewart worried that another episode might frighten Irwin. So, he decided to bring his son back to Southcreek Manor.
Now that Briony had moved out, someone needed to look after Irwin.
Stewart arranged for a housekeeper from Wentworth Mansion-a woman named Sylvie, brisk and tidy, who'd cared for Irwin during his previous visits to the old estate. She was experienced, and Stewart trusted her. When Stewart returned to Southcreek Manor that evening, Irwin was still awake.
Without his mother in the house, the manor felt cold and empty, and Irwin stubbornly refused to go upstairs to bed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs soon as Stewart stepped inside, Sylvie hurried over with an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry, sir-I haven't been able to convince Master Irwin to go to bed." "Dad!" Irwin scrambled off the sofa and ran to hug Stewart. "Dad, why are you back by yourself?" Stewart arched an eyebrow. "What, I'm not welchome?" "That's not it!" Irwin pouted. "I just thought you'd bring Mom back with you. I was sure if you went to find her, you'd bring her home." Stewart ruffled his hair, saying nothing about his mother. "It's late. You should be in bed." "But I want Mom to reada bedtstory." "Sylvie can do it tonight." Sylvie immediately stepped forward, smiling warmly. "Con, sweetheart, I'll take you upstairs. Tellwhat story you want, and I'll read it to you-anything you like." "No!" Irwin glared at her. "You're not my mom! My mom reads toand holdswhile I fall asleep. Her voice is pretty, and she always smells nice. You're not the same!" Sylvie's face froze; she was at a complete loss.
"Irwin," Stewart said, his tone firm but gentle. "That's not a nice thing to say. You need to be polite." Irwin hung his head. "But I really miss Mom..." His voice was thick, on the verge of tears.
Stewart sighed quietly. "Your mom has her own work to take care of. You can't always depend on her, you know."
"But she never used to be like this!" Irwin looked up at Stewart, eyesm red-rimmed "Dad, I don't like having y wart, two moms anymore. I liked it better when it was just one." Stewart didn't respond to that.
Instead, he took Irwin's small hand in his. "Con. I'll read you a bedtstory, and if you go to sleep like a good boy, I'll take you to see your mom soon." "Really?" "Really." "Do you think Mom will still be mad at me? Will she ignorelike she did today?" Irwin asked, his voice quivering.
Stewart hesitated, then said quietly, "She's not mad at you. Next tyou see her, she'll be just like before."
"Yay!" Irwin's squeal echoed through "Dad, did the quiet house. "Dad, did you talk to Mom tonight? Did you make her feel better?" Stewart's eyes narrowed slightly, but he simply replied, "Yes." "You're amazing, Dad! I knew Mom liked you best-I bet she'll always listen to you..."
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