Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 487 The atmosphere in the living room was split right down the middle.

Stewart sat alone in an armchair, while Cedric Clarke and James shared the adjacent sofa. James couldn't even be bothered to make tea, tossing the job to Cedric instead. Cedric dutifully prepared the tea, not daring to utter a word.

Across from Stewart, Stella cradled baby Aster in her arms, glaring at Stewart with a look that could kill. Stewart, for his part, maintained an air of unruffled calm, seemingly impervious to Stella's icy stares.

Little Nina and little Maflanked Stella on either side, perched at the edge of their seats.

"Star, is the baby your brother or your sister?" Little Nina asked, her curiosity shining through.

Stella glanced down at her. The little girl was so adorable-Stella had lost count of how many times today she'd envied Briony. She flashed a sweet smile. "He's your baby brother." "Oh!" Little Nina's eyes lit up. "So with little Mario, that means I have two baby brothers now?" Stella was charmed by her innocent delight. "That's right! You're the big sister here. From now on, Aster and little Maare under your watch." Little Nina's face lit up with excitement. "Yay! I can't wait to tell Daisy on Monday -I won't be jealous of her for having two brothers anymore, because now I have two too!" Little Mario, meanwhile, was staring at Aster. "Why is he sucking on his fingers?" Aster was indeed busy with his own chubby hand, his big, bright eyes fixed on little Mario, blinking curiously. "He's probably hungry," Little Nina said, looking up at Stella. "Auntie, does he need a bottle?" Stella let out a helpless laugh. "He's just sleepy. I'll take him upstairs for a nap. You two play nicely, okay?" Little Nina and little Manodded obediently and scurried off to dig through the toy chest.

As Stella headed for the stairs, she shot Cedric Clarke a warning glare.

Cedric caught the look and immediately turned to Stewart. "Look, either talk like a normal person or keep quiet. I'm the one who gets in trouble for your nonsense, and trust me, life's hard enough already!" Stewart said nothing.

James chimed in, twisting the knife. "You're still too soft, Cedric. With his track record for saying all the wrong things, you really should've slipped something into his tea before he got here." Cedric groaned.

At that moment, Briony walked in.

Stewart stood, his gaze fixed on her, voice low. "I'm here to pick up the kids." Briony nodded calmly, then turned to her daughter. "Little Nina." Little Nina ran over and hugged Briony's leg. "Mommy!" Briony stroked her head, then knelt to look her in the eye. "Do you remember what I told you earlier?" "I do," Little Nina replied, her little voice ringing out clear and sweet. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll be good at Daddy's house these two days." Briony smiled softly. "You know Carol, right? If you need anything, just ask her. Make sure your phone watch is charged. If you miss me, you can always call Grandma or me." Little Nina nodded enthusiastically. "Don't worry, Mommy! I'm only going for two days. I'll be back before you know it!" Briony stood and turned to Stewart. "I'll go upstairs and pack Little Nina's things." Stewart's dark eyes lingered on her, his voice rough. "Take your time. There's no rush." Briony headed up the stairs, with James following close behind.

In Little Nina's room, Briony pulled out her cartoon-themed mini suitcase and her yellow duck backpack, methodically packing her clothes and essentials.

James knocked and stepped inside. "Bryn." Briony looked back, noticing something off in his expression. "What is it?" "There's something I haven't told you." She zipped up the suitcase before turning to him. "What is it?"

"The day you were hospitalized with a fever, I went to see Dr. Clarke. By accident, I overheard him on the Noverheard phone. I didn't catch everything, but I heard him say something like, 'If you die she'll take the kids and remarry."" Briony frowned. "You think he was talking to Stewart?" "That's what I thought. I asked Dr. Clarke afterward, but he denied it. Said it was just a friend of his, having a fight with his wife and talking about divorce." Briony's expression remained composed. "If Dr. Clarke said so, then that's that." James frowned. "You just believe him?" "What's the alternative?" Briony's tone was cool. "You don't really think I'm still worried about Stewart, do you?" "You honestly don't care about him at all anymore?"

Briony's gaze was steady. "The fact that we can co-parent civilly right now is already the best possible e outcJames, I think of you as family as a little brother. But if you're here to tellI should care about Stewart, I'm going to get annoyed." James fell silent.

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James squirmed. "That was before I knew the whole story! I'm not saying you should care about Stewart now, quid it's just he's still their father. If anything really happened to him, think about the kids. It'd be awful for them to lose their dad so young." "Even if something did happen to Stewart, it's not my place—and it's not my responsibility to worry about him."