Rosita smiled gently. “That’s why, while I still have the strength to act, I want to leave more of my story on the screen. If one day, I really have to go, at least Irwin will be able to see his mother’s face in those films.”
There was a sincerity in her words, and the brave smile she forced only made it more heartbreaking.
Stewart was silent for a moment before he spoke. “If that’s what you’ve decided, I’ll respect it. And if Saul from the Lockwood family keeps bothering you, just let me know.”
“Thank you, Stewart.” Rosita sniffled, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she smiled. “I might be heading back to set the day after tomorrow. I’ll be leaving Irwin in your hands from now on.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of him.”
“I’ve always trusted you with Irwin.”
Rosita lowered her head and spoke quietly. “You and Briony have done a wonderful job raising him these past five years. Maybe I never should’ve come back at all. I feel so guilty—seeing how frightened Irwin was when I had my episode made me realize I’ve never really been a good mother…”
Stewart frowned slightly. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t choose this.”
Rosita looked up, her eyes rimmed red and shimmering with tears. “Stewart, if Ms. Kensington ever decides to come back, you must cherish her. She really is a wonderful person. I owe her an apology.”
Stewart said nothing.
He simply looked at her, dark eyes unreadable, lost in thought.
Rosita drew a deep breath and continued, “There’s one last thing I’d like to ask, if you’ll agree.”
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