Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 243

Irwin’s eyes brimmed with tears again as he listened.

“Irwin.”

Stewart beckoned him over. “Come here, son.”

Sniffling, Irwin walked up to Stewart. “Dad?”

Stewart ruffled his hair gently. “Do you remember what I told you before?”

Irwin nodded.

His father had explained that, from now on, whenever he saw his mother, he should call her “Miss” instead. That way, she wouldn’t get upset.

But it felt so strange to call her that! It just didn’t feel right—he couldn’t get the word out of his mouth.

Stewart could see Irwin was still resisting the change.

“Why don’t you go inside for now?”

Irwin nodded again, his head drooping, and turned to walk back into the house.

“He just needs some time,” Stewart said to Briony, turning to her. “Could you give him a little more time?”

Briony was tired of hearing that excuse.

It didn’t matter, anyway. She’d be leaving Northborough in a few days, and after that, she’d probably never see Stewart or Irwin again.

Whether Irwin adjusted or not was no longer her concern.

“I’ll be leaving at exactly five this afternoon,” Briony replied coldly.

“The nanny’s inside,” Stewart said.

Without another word, Briony stepped into the house.

In the living room, a young woman was building blocks with Irwin. She looked up as Briony and Stewart entered and immediately got to her feet.

“Mr. Wentworth,” she greeted, her tone polite. She wore her hair in a neat ponytail and a soft gray sweater with matching trousers, her manner gentle and composed.

After greeting Stewart, her gaze shifted to Briony. Her round, bright eyes and cherubic face made her seem approachable and kind.

“You must be Mrs. Wentworth?” she said, smiling. Two dimples appeared on her cheeks, making her look even sweeter. “My name is Jeannie Radcliffe.”

Jeannie. Briony looked her over. With that innocent, doll-like face, the name suited her perfectly.

A girl like this was made to be a nanny or kindergarten teacher—so easy to trust, so easy for children to love.

And it was obvious Irwin adored Jeannie.

That afternoon, Briony spent most of her time in the kitchen, teaching Jeannie how to bake desserts. Every so often, Irwin would burst in, searching for Jeannie.

“Ms. Radcliffe, do you want to play checkers with me?”

“Ms. Radcliffe, I’m bored. Will you come out in the yard with me?”

“Ms. Radcliffe, how much longer are you going to be?”

When Irwin latched onto someone, he could be clingy and affectionate, always wanting their attention.

Once upon a time, Briony had been the one he clung to. Now, it was Jeannie.

Did Briony feel hurt by that? No, she actually found it almost a relief.

Irwin had found someone new to depend on. Soon enough, he’d forget all about her.