Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 450

Garry’s brow furrowed deeply.

Irwin’s sobs only grew louder.

Yet as Garry watched him, he couldn’t help but see Randolph’s bright, handsome face flash across his mind.

[Garry, I’ve got great news—I’m going to be a father!]

[What’s with that look? Jealous you’re not becoming a dad young like me? Hey, once this mission’s over, I’m going to propose to Rosita the moment I get back!]

[Come on, Garry, wipe that scowl off your face, will you? Don’t say your old pal’s not generous—when the baby’s born, how about you be the godfather?]

Garry closed his eyes, forcing down the emotions that surged in his chest.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently patted Irwin’s chest with his large hand. “It’s alright now. I’m here.”

Gradually, Irwin’s crying quieted.

That night, Garry stayed by Irwin’s side.

When dawn broke, Irwin woke up parched.

He opened his eyes in surprise to see Garry slumped over at his bedside.

Sensing movement, Garry frowned and rubbed his eyes, then met Irwin’s gaze.

Their eyes locked for a moment.

Irwin shrank back a little, nervous. “Uncle… Uncle Garry?”

Garry stood up, his face expressionless. “You’re too soft. Your father once took on five men at once and didn’t shed a single tear. You cried all night yesterday—he’d be ashamed of you.”

Irwin hesitated. “…Uncle Garry, were you close friends with my dad?”

“You mean Stewart?”

Irwin nodded.

Garry’s gaze hardened. “Listen carefully. Stewart isn’t your father. From now on, your last name is Vaughn. You’re my son now.”

Irwin stared at him, dumbfounded.

Garry disliked the boy’s slow reaction, but then remembered he was Randolph’s son and managed to rein in his impatience. “Your real father was Randolph. He was a true hero. As his son, you need to be strong and brave—don’t embarrass him.”

He continued, “I was your father’s closest friend. From now on, I’ll treat you as my own son and give you the best life I can. You’ll call me your godfather.”

Irwin’s heart clenched.