Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 361

Skybreeze Retreat, second-floor study.

Briony was working on an illustration for her new animation project when her phone began to vibrate on the desk.

It was Jeannie calling.

She set her pen down and answered.

"I'm so sorry to bother you this late, ma'am." Jeannie's voice was as sweet and gentle as ever.

"What's wrong?" Briony asked.

"I've been thinking, and I really felt I should tell you about something," Jeannie said hesitantly.

"Go ahead."

"Well, Ms. Lockwood picked Irwin up after school today, but Irwin lied to Bob about it. When Mr. Wentworth got home and found out Ms. Lockwood had taken Irwin, he was furious. He's gone to fetch Irwin now."

Briony listened, then gave a faint, indifferent smile.

"Ms. Radcliffe," she replied coolly, "this sort of thing isn't something you need to report to me."

"But… you're the lady of the house!" Jeannie protested, her tone innocent. "I feel like Ms. Lockwood is using Irwin to cling to Mr. Wentworth, and you're Mrs. Wentworth. I'm just afraid she'll disrupt your family. As someone who works for you, I'd feel guilty if I didn't give you a heads-up."

Not surprising from a professional nanny—her sugary voice really was perfect for soothing people.

"Inevitably, Stewart and I will get divorced. Whether it's Rosita or any other woman, I couldn't care less," Briony said flatly.

She paused, then continued, "Ms. Radcliffe, you don't need to update me about these things in the future. I'm not interested in who Stewart gets involved with, and as for Irwin, I care even less."

Jeannie hesitated. "You… you really don't mind if Ms. Lockwood or someone else gets close to Mr. Wentworth?"

"You only care if you love someone. Stewart and I never loved each other. We're basically business partners who failed to reach an agreement—we're just waiting for the contract to end. If another woman can make Stewart willingly divorce me, honestly, I'd thank her for it."

With that, Briony ended the call.

On the other end, Jeannie clutched her phone, her heart pounding.

Briony really didn't care about Stewart?

The Maybach rolled to a stop. Stewart got out, slammed the door, and strode into the house.

In the dining room, Irwin and Rosita were eating steak together.

Stewart's long strides carried him swiftly toward them, his handsome face dark with anger.

Rosita tensed, her grip tightening on her knife and fork as she watched him approach.

"Rosita, did you forget what I told you?" Stewart's voice was dangerously calm, his black eyes fixed on her. Only Irwin's presence kept him from reaching across the table and wrapping his hands around her throat.

But the glare he gave her was sharp enough to cut glass—a look that could have killed.

Rosita tilted her chin up, but tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Stewart. I just missed Irwin so much. I carried him for nine months, nearly lost my life giving birth to him… I can't bear the thought of never seeing him again, it's impossible—"

"Then die," Stewart said coldly. "Rosita, if it weren't for Irwin's sake, after what you did four years ago I'd have ruined you myself."