Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 68

James didn’t coddle the boy for even a second. Without hesitation, he hoisted him over his shoulder and delivered a sharp smack to his backside. “No wonder your mother left you, you little rascal! Such a troublemaker!”

Irwin’s wailing was immediate. “Mom! Mom, help me! Waaa—this awful man is hitting me—!”

No matter how much Irwin kicked and screamed, it didn’t change a thing—James carried him straight down the stairs.

Parked by the curb was a sleek Maybach.

The passenger window was down.

Irwin, still sniffling, spotted Stewart in the driver’s seat and shrieked, “Dad! Dad, help me—!”

Stewart opened the door and stepped out, walking over with his usual calm.

Without a word, James dumped Irwin right into Stewart’s arms.

The moment Irwin landed in his father’s embrace, he clung to Stewart’s neck, his sobs fading into pitiful little hiccups. He slumped against Stewart’s shoulder, his small body shaking with every breath—he looked every bit the picture of misery.

If James hadn’t just witnessed Irwin’s wild tantrum upstairs—punching and kicking with all his might—he might have actually been fooled by this act.

He really hadn’t expected that Briony’s child would turn out to be such a manipulator.

James was thoroughly unimpressed. Fixing Stewart with a cool stare, he said bluntly, “Mr. Wentworth, heir to the most prestigious family in Northborough, yet this is how you raise your son? I must say, it’s rather…unexpected.”

Stewart’s sharp gaze, magnified behind his glasses, didn’t waver from James.

It was their first face-to-face encounter, though both men had certainly heard of each other by reputation.

Ignoring James’s jibe, Stewart replied, his voice low and even, “Briony isn’t here?”

“She’s busy,” James replied, sticking one hand in his pocket as he sized Stewart up. Then he flashed a crooked smile. “If you’ve got a message, I can pass it along.”

Stewart’s handsome face remained impassive as he studied James for a moment before saying, “Tell her—the results are in for her mother’s and brother’s bone marrow match.”

With that, Stewart turned, still holding Irwin, and got back in the car.

The Maybach pulled away, disappearing down the street.