Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 221

Stewart had an important case to handle that day, and Carl had to tag along.

With no one else available to watch Irwin, Stewart had no choice but to drop his son off at the Wentworth family estate.

Irwin wasn’t thrilled about going back to the mansion—he’d never liked it much—but he knew his father was busy, so he behaved and stayed put.

Mrs. Wentworth, Fiona Clarke, was a formidable woman: sharp-tongued, commanding, and not one to be trifled with. Yet, when it came to Irwin, her only grandson, she genuinely doted on him.

Still, Irwin never really warmed up to her. Over time, Fiona grew tired of pouring her affection into a child who never quite reciprocated.

Just then, Helga called to invite her for a game of bridge. Fiona instructed the housekeeper to keep an eye on Irwin, grabbed her purse, and headed out.

When she arrived, she was surprised to see Lauren there as well.

Fiona hadn’t always been fond of Lauren. In the social circles of old money, Lauren, who had married into the Lockwood family as a divorcée with a daughter in tow, was never truly embraced by the other society wives.

But ever since Fiona discovered that Rosita—Lauren’s daughter—was Irwin’s biological mother, her attitude toward Lauren had softened considerably.

After all, they were about to become family. Appearances had to be kept up.

At the bridge table, Helga grinned. “Well, Mrs. Wentworth and Mrs. Lockwood, it seems you’ll be in-laws soon. I’ll have to watch my game when I play cards with you two in the future!”

Lauren’s smile was graceful and warm. “Oh, Helga, you’re joking. You’re such a master at cards—even if Mrs. Wentworth and I teamed up, we wouldn’t stand a chance!”

Helga’s husband had deep connections in local politics, so she was always held in high regard among the society ladies.

Fiona glanced at Lauren, expression unreadable. “I’ll have to leave after this round. My grandson’s staying with me today.”

Lauren looked up. “Would you mind if I stopped by to see Irwin? I’ve been worried about his hand.”

“You’re his grandmother on his mother’s side. Come whenever you like,” Fiona replied flatly.

Lauren beamed. “Thank you!”

Fiona simply nodded and returned her attention to her cards.

***

Wentworth Mansion.

Fiona and Lauren entered the house one after the other.

The moment Irwin saw Lauren, he dropped his toys and ran to her, face alight with joy.

“Grandma!” he cried, hugging her tightly. “Are you here to take me out to play?”

Lauren ruffled his hair. “Would you like to go out?”

“Yes!” Irwin nodded eagerly. “Remember that children’s FunRealm Park you took me to before? There’s still money left on our card—we have to use it up!”

Lauren glanced at Fiona. “But you don’t often get to visit your dad’s side of the family. Maybe you should spend more time with your grandma while you’re here.”

Fiona had been feeling a little left out; her own grandson was clearly closer to his maternal grandmother. But hearing Lauren say this, her mood lifted.

Truthfully, Fiona had been planning to visit the church that afternoon anyway. She waved a dismissive hand. “If Irwin wants to go, take him. I’ll be out most of the day myself.”