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.

and gave Briony a polite smile. "I hope it's not too

smile, nodding. "Not

gently. "Mario's parents are busy

So that was it.

softly. "He's such a

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

Mario, her thoughts drifting to her own son for a brief moment. "He really is a little

Mario. She knew children with autism

gentle touch from a

"He's a really good kid, just very quiet. New

don't you and Mario relax in the living

to go to so much trouble!"

fate, isn't it? Make yourself at home. My family's easygoing, so please, don't feel like you need to stand on

Mario? Briony is so kind. Shall we say thank

his gaze fixed

Mario to remain

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

a split second, the room went completely

formed a perfect

down, her gaze

his small hand gripped her finger, something tightened in

same, unexplainable feeling washed

you," Mario said, his voice barely above a

simple words-but for Mario, it was

shimmered with tears. She pressed a hand to her

two years old. Since then, Carol and another nanny had done their best to guide him, but

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