Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 446

With Stewart’s power and social standing, not to mention the fact that the child is now registered as a Wentworth, Briony hardly stood a chance. Even if the child were still officially under her care, Stewart could easily claim custody if he truly fought for it—and Briony would almost certainly lose.

From a judge’s perspective, when a couple divorces and both parties are equally well-off with no plans to remarry, the fairest solution is to split the children: one for each parent.

Besides, sons are more often awarded to fathers.

And, frankly, the Wentworth family needed a boy to carry on the family name and legacy.

Of course, all this was simply Attorney Hughes’s assessment, based on years of experience handling similar cases.

Laws may be written in black and white, but judges are only human. At the end of the day, legal decisions hinge on both human nature and practical realities, so long as the letter of the law is upheld.

Briony understood all of this.

The bottom line, according to Attorney Hughes, was painfully clear: her current financial resources fell far short of Stewart’s. The odds of her gaining full custody of both children were slim to none.

But even so, Briony had to fight.

She’d gone through so much to find her son; she owed him four years of a mother’s love. She would do everything in her power to make up for that lost time.

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For a full week, Gwendolyn White and Carney had been staying at Skybreeze Retreat.

The house was filled with laughter and joy all week long.

Mario, though technically the older sibling, had always been frail and a little timid, quite unlike his independent and outgoing sister, Nina. In this new environment, he often needed Nina to guide him and help him adapt.

The adults didn’t see any need to stress who was the elder sibling. After all, the two children were born just minutes apart. Did it really matter who was “older”?

The kids themselves seemed perfectly content with their roles as sister and brother, so the grown-ups decided to leave things as they were and not interfere.

But the situation didn’t escape Nina’s notice.

She was a clever little thing, always listening in on adult conversations while pretending to play nearby, her ears perked up, taking everything in.

She listened. She remembered.