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Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 373
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Chapter 380 A pang of guilt stirred in Stewart's chest as he rested his hand gently on Irwin's head. "She just needs stime. After everything that happened with Rosita, she's not ready to face you yet." Irwin wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "I know, I don't blMom Bryn," he said, his voice trembling. "It's okay, really. If it helps Mom Bryn chome, I don't have to stay in the new house." "It's only temporary," Stewart replied, his voice tight as he swallowed hard. "Irwin, trustyour Mom Bryn isn't heartless. Give her a little while. She'll caround, and when she does, we'll all be together again, just like before." Though sadness weighed heavy on Irwin, he knew that once Dad said something, he had to listen. Ms. Radcliffe always told him, don't let your father down.

He'd already lost the mother who used to love him so dearly; he couldn't risk losing his dad, too.

Irwin nodded firmly. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll behave. I promise." Jeannie could hardly believe it-Stewart was actually considering sending Irwin away just to coax Briony back home? How could that be right? And what was going on with Briony? Hadn't she told Jeannie she was planning to divorce Stewart? Why was she suddenly making demands like this? Had Briony lied to her about everything? Jeannie refused to accept it. She'd worked so hard to earn Irwin and Stewart's trust-why should she be the one to step aside now? If Briony really did cback, would there be any place left for Irwin in this family? Even if Stewart always favored Irwin, what would happen if Briony got pregnant again and had a son? It wasn't hard to imagine Irwin falling out of favor.

No. She couldn't let Irwin be sent away.

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She needed a plan.

Jeannie's mind raced, and then, suddenly, an idea cto her.

The next day, after dropping Irwin off at school, Jeannie took a detour to Lunar Heights Estate.

Before she left, she'd messaged Rosita, saying she wanted to talk about Irwin. Rosita told her to cby the townhouse.

Rosita had just lost the lead role in her new series. The company's CEO said her injured hand would delay filming, so the part had gone to Mary instead.

The whole ordeal had soured Rosita's feelings toward the industry's obsession with tradition Losing the role to Mary stung, but if it meant she didn't have to keep pretending to love those classical instruments, at least she could breathe easier.

Her hand wouldn't heal overnight, so for now, she was stuck recuperating at home.

To make amends, the CEO had promised her a starring role in a big-budget adaptation. The contract was being drafted, and she'd be called to sign once it was ready.

When Jeannie arrived, Daisy welcomed her politely into the living room.

Rosita told Daisy to make stea.

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Once Daisy had disappeared down the hall, Rosita turned to Jeannie. "So, what's going on with Irwin?" Jeannie hesitated, then sighed. "Honestly, I shouldn't even be coming to you about this. Mr.

Wentworth has already made ear he doesn't want Irwin acknowledging you as his mother anymore."

Rosita's face darkened instantly. "Irwin is my son-l carried him for nine brought him into this months and world. No matter how angry Stewart is with me, nothing changes that."

"I know, and really, this is all between you and them. I'm just a teacher-it's not my place to meddle," Jeannie sounded helpless. "But last night, overheard Mr. Wentworth saying he's planning to send Irwin away. It seems Mrs. Wentworth refuses to accept him."

Rosita's eyes blazed. "What did you say?!" She slammed her hand down on the table, voice shaking with fury.

"And who does Briony think she is, trying to drive my son out of his own home?!" Chapter 380 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.