Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 311

"Aaaah—!"

A high-pitched shriek, nearly ultrasonic, rang out as Little Nina pointed straight at Stewart. "Stranger danger!"

Stewart froze mid-step and looked her way. For a moment, his handsome face seemed uncertain.

Without missing a beat, Little Nina spun around and ran straight to James, arms stretched wide. "Godfather, pick me up!"

James grinned and scooped her up into his lap.

Now perched on James's knee, Little Nina sat tall, emboldened with her protector at her back. She scowled fiercely at Stewart. "You're a terrible child-snatcher! How dare you sneak into someone's house to steal a kid!"

Stewart: "..."

Little Nina turned to James, her voice urgent and dramatic. "Call the police, Godfather! Tell them to come arrest him right now!"

James tried to hold back a laugh, shooting Stewart a triumphant look. "Don't worry, Little Nina! With me here, nobody's taking you anywhere."

Stewart's dark eyes never left Little Nina. His lips pressed into a thin line, expression unreadable. He didn't even spare James a glance.

Might as well be a robot, James thought, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

Meanwhile, little Mario had been left behind, looking lost and unsure. He hesitated, then glanced at Stewart, then at Little Nina, before quietly making his way to Garry.

He reached up, asking to be held.

Garry smiled and lifted his son, settling him on his lap.

Mario sat silently in Garry's arms, his big dark eyes fixed on Stewart.

Garry ruffled Mario's hair. "Mario, this is a friend of Dad's. Say hello to Mr. Wentworth."

Mario just stared at Stewart, lips pressed tight, refusing to speak.

Garry looked at Stewart, apologetic. "Don't mind him, Mr. Wentworth. My son's a bit shy around strangers."

At this, Stewart glanced at Garry, then let his gaze settle briefly on Mario before looking away, indifferent.

Garry caught the subtle reaction, his own expression shadowed.

Stewart's attention moved to Carney, who was sitting quietly nearby. With a faint, polite smile, he said, "Professor Winslow, thank you and Mrs. Winslow for taking care of my wife and daughter these past four years."

The room instantly fell tense.

Carney exchanged a complicated look with his wife. Four years ago, they'd orchestrated quite the performance with Mr. Chadwick, all for Stewart's benefit. Now that the truth had come out, they knew Stewart wouldn't simply let things slide. His visit today, uninvited as it was, felt less like a request and more like a warning.

Clearly, he was here for Little Nina.

Just then, Carl came in from outside, his arms overflowing with bags.

He nodded at Briony. "Ms. Kensington, these are all gifts Mr. Wentworth picked out for the little miss—clothes, toys, and some snacks and vitamins."

Briony didn't even try to hide her displeasure. "Little Nina doesn't need any of that. Take it back."