NovelGoldChapter 404 Once inside, she realized Stewart wasn't downstairs.
"Irwin, go up to your room and start your homework." "Okay." Irwin trudged up the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly in a foul mood.
Jeannie, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. She hurried back to her room to touch up her makeup and spritzed herself with perfbefore stepping out again.
As she left her room, Stewart emerged from his study at the smoment.
"Mr. Wentworth," Jeannie called, walking over with a bright smile. "Just finished working?" The moment she approached, a wave of overpowering floral fragrance hit him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStewart's eyebrows knit together, and his voice stayed cool. "Where's Irwin?" Jeannie answered sweetly, "He's in his room, working on his homework!" Without another word, Stewart headed straight for Irwin's room.
Jeannie, unwilling to give up so easily, trailed behind.
Stewart paused outside Irwin's door, glancing back at her. "I haven't had dinner yet. Could you go downstairs and makespasta? Something light." "Of course!" Jeannie replied, her heart fluttering as she turned and hurried down the stairs.
Stewart watched her go, his gaze growing distant and troubled.
Then he opened the door and stepped inside.
Irwin wasn't doing homework at all. He was slumped over his desk, quietly crying.
"Irwin?" Stewart crossed the room and gently patted his head. "Why are you crying?" Irwin jumped, startled, and scrambled to his feet. "I-I'm fine..." Stewart paused, studying the boy's anxious face, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Did something happen? Is someone giving you a hard time?" Irwin's gaze darted away. "No... nothing..." "If something's wrong, you have to tell Dad." Wiping his tears away with his sleeve, Irwin looked up at Stewart, voice barely above a whisper. "Dad, will you always treatlike this? Just like you do now?" "Of course," Stewart said, ruffling Irwin's hair with his big hand. "Why do you ask all of a sudden, hmm?" Irwin shook his head, forcing a smile. "Just wondered, that's all. I'm okay. The homework's just a bit hard..." "Letsee." Stewart sat down beside him. "Which problem?" Irwin sniffled and pointed vaguely at a question.
Patiently, Stewart began explaining the answer.
Irwin kept getting distracted, clearly not himself. Stewart noticed, but chose not to press further.
A while later, Jeannie cup to call Stewart for dinner.
He told her to stay with Irwin, then went downstairs to eat.
Jeannie was disappointed, but all she could do was obey.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the dining table sat a beautifully plated bowl of pasta, the carrots carved into little heart shapes. Stewart stared at it for a moment, lost in thought.
Then he pulled out his phone and dialed Carl. "I need you to look into Irwin's situation these past few days..." Three days later, early in the morning, Jeannie was driving Irwin to school. On her way home, as she waited at a traffic light, a cement mixer with failed brakes slammed into the back of her car.
The impact was violent. Flames erupted instantly.
Inside, Jeannie's head was bleeding. Dazed tried and barely conscious, O open the door-old it jammed.
The fire spread fast. Agonizing heat seared her skin, and panic surged as she pouxided the window, screaming for help.
Traffic backed up immediately, and her luxury car was quickly. y was quickly engulfed by the flames. Sbystanders called for an ambulance others dialed 911. A few rushed forward with fire hers, desperate t swel Somehow, during the ambulance ride to the hospital, Jeannie vanished.
Word of the accident reached Stewart that evening.
Before he could react, his phone rang. It was Garry, and his voice was grave. "I called because I want to discuss a business proposal."
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