NovelEnglishChapter 107 Briony stared at Irwin, unable to believe what she was hearing.
Until today, it had never even crossed her mind that the boy she'd poured her heart into raising could turn on her so fiercely.
It had only been a few weeks. How could he have changed so completely? "I hate you! I never want you to be my mom again!" Irwin screamed the words, then turned to bolt for the door- "Irwin!" Stewart's brow furrowed as he reached out and caught his son by the arm.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIrwin's pet carrier tumbled to the floor. The little kitten inside yelped and fluffed up in alarm.
"Daddy!" Irwin threw himself into Stewart's arms and broke down in sobs.
"Mom doesn't loveanymore! Dad, I hate her! She doesn't loveat all!" Stewart stooped to pick Irwin up, then fixed Briony with a dark, reproachful stare. His handsface was clouded with anger, and his voice was sharp. "Briony, Irwin just got out of the hospital and the first thing he wanted to do was buy you a gift to cheer you up. He did it because he loves you. If you can't appreciate that, fine, but did you really have to take it out on him?" Briony's breath caught in her throat. A wave of heat and pain rose from her chest, burning all the way to her heart.
She stood there, trembling, her slender frbarely able to hold itself together.
There was anger, yes. Bitterness. But underneath it all, a deep, gnawing sense of injustice.
Why? Why should she have to endure all this? She'd raised this boy for five years, only to be told he was the son of her husband and his mistress. She hadn't thrown a fit or made a scene-she'd just asked for a divorce, wanting nothing more than to leave that twisted "family" behind and live her own life.
She thought she had given enough, compromised enough. So why couldn't they just let her go? What more did they want from her? Briony's face was ghostly pale, her breaths coming faster and faster.
James, watching her clench her jaw to keep from lashing out, felt a twinge of sympathy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe turned to Stewart. "How exactly was Briony taking it out on Irwin? Maybe you should listen to what your son actually said! He told her the kitten could take Grandma Julia's place. That's Briony's mother! No one can replace Ms. Hudson- not a cat, not anyone else!" Stewart shot James a frosty glare. "Irwin is five years old. He's bound to say things the wrong way sometimes. As an adult, shouldn't you know better than to hold it against him?"
James let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. "You really are a lawyer, aren't you? Always have an answer for everything All right, let's say your kid didn't mean any harm. But what about this 'Mom Rosita' he keeps bringing up? Comparing her to Ms. Hudson—if she's not clueless, she's just plain malicious."
"You're the malicious one!" Irwin wailed, tears streaming down his face. "Mom Rosita is the best! She's "Mom Rosita never said a bad word about anyone. You don't even know her-how can you say she's mean?" James looked at Irwin and gave him a mocking thumbs-up.
"Sure, kid. Guess you inherited your dad's mouth, too. Your precious Mom Rosita is the best, huh? Why don't you both run along hto her and stop making Briony's life miserable?" The way James said "Bryn" made Stewart's frown deepen.
He turned to Briony, his gaze hard and unyielding. "Briony, whether or not you like the gift, Xrwin meant well. You don't have to accept it—but as his mother, you can't take your anger out on your child."
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