Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 224

Lauren was startled by Rosita’s outburst—Irwin looked absolutely petrified. Quickly, she tried to restore calm. “Rosita, what are you doing? Don’t scare the child…”

“He doesn’t even know who his mother is!” Rosita shouted, her voice raw with anger. “Is it wrong for me to remind him?”

Irwin’s face crumpled, and he burst into loud sobs, rice still in his mouth. “Mommy, you’re scary! I want Daddy! I don’t want Mommy anymore…”

Rosita lunged forward and grabbed his shoulders. Her grip was desperate and unyielding. “I’m your mother! Do you hear me, Irwin? I gave birth to you! You only have one mother—me!”

Irwin had never seen Rosita like this. Terrified, he tried to wriggle away, but she was too strong. All he could do was plead, his voice trembling: “Grandma, help me! Please, Grandma, help!”

Lauren immediately stood and hurried over, pulling the boy away and shielding him behind her. She frowned at Rosita. “Rosita, get a hold of yourself. You’re scaring him!”

Suddenly, Irwin coughed violently—he had choked on his food. With a few spasms, he vomited up everything he’d eaten.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t frighten me like that!” Lauren knelt down and patted his back, her voice full of worry. “You mustn’t have another accident, or how could I ever explain this to your father…”

Hearing this, Rosita’s fury seemed to drain away. She stared at Irwin—so small, so frightened—and her expression softened.

“I’m sorry, Irwin…” she whispered, her voice thick with remorse as she tried to step closer, arms reaching for him.

“Don’t come near me!” Irwin cried, scrambling further behind Lauren.

Lauren called for the housekeeper to clean up the mess. After wiping the floor, the housekeeper quietly slipped away.

Rosita’s eyes were red as she covered her mouth. “Irwin, Mommy didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m not well, I… I was wrong. Please, will you forgive me?”

Irwin sobbed harder, crying out between hiccups. “You’re a bad mommy! You yelled at me… When you’re sick, you get mean, but my real mommy never does! Even when she’s mad, she never… never pinches me…”

Rosita froze.

Just then, a car pulled up outside.

Stewart was home.

A chill shot through Rosita—if Stewart found out she’d lost control with Irwin…

Irwin seized the moment and darted towards the door. “Daddy!”

Stewart had barely walked in when Irwin, still crying, flung himself into his arms.

Stewart’s brow furrowed. He knelt and scooped Irwin up, gently wiping his face with a handkerchief. “Tell me, buddy. What happened?”

Irwin clung to his father’s neck, hiccupping. “Mommy scared me. Take me away, Daddy. I want to go home…”

Stewart’s expression darkened.