Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 287

Chapter 293

Briony emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming dish of freshly made meatballs in rich tomato sauce.

"Hold on, Nina, don't come too close-watch out, it's hot."

At her warning, little Nina promptly grabbed her friend Mario's hand and pulled him aside.

Only when Briony had set the food on the table did Nina tug Mario over to her side and present him with pride.

"Mom, look! This is Mario!"

Nina gently nudged Mario forward until he stood right in front of Briony.

Briony smiled. Her daughter was a little social butterfly, always inviting friends over, so she was more than used to it by now.

She crouched down as usual, ready to greet her daughter's new friend. But the moment she met Mario's pitch-black eyes, she froze.

A strange, indescribable feeling swept over her.

Mario stared back at Briony. His big, dark eyes reflected her face, and his expression stayed blank and unreadable.

Nina leaned in close and whispered in Briony's ear, "Mom, Mario isn't like most kids. Carol says he doesn't really like to talk."

Briony frowned slightly at that.

Not like most kids?

Just then, James and Carney walked in from outside, with Carol following behind.

polite smile. "I hope it's not too much trouble for us to drop by like

the smile, nodding. "Not at all. Are

gently. "Mario's parents are busy with work. He's a little on the

So that was it.

she sighed softly. "He's such a beautiful, sweet child. Life must not

delivery. His parents went through a lot just to bring him into this world, so

her thoughts drifting to her own son for

touch Mario. She knew children

a gentle touch from a stranger could

a really good kid, just very quiet. New people and places make him nervous, but

the living room for a bit? I just need to finish a few more dishes and

have to go to so much trouble!" Carol said, a bit flustered.

isn't it? Make yourself at home. My family's

is so kind.

his gaze fixed

expecting Mario to remain silent as

everyone's surprise, Mario shuffled forward and, under all their watchful eyes, gently reached

a split second, the room

a perfect "O" of

looked down, her

gripped her finger, something

unexplainable feeling washed

said, his voice barely above a

words-but for Mario,

tears. She pressed a hand to her mouth,

at two years old. Since then, Carol and another

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