Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 468

Little Nina didn't have school that day.

Briony took her out for a little shopping spree at the mall. They picked out some toys boys would love, along with a few shirts and pants.

As they walked through the toy aisle, Little Nina looked up at her and asked, "Mom, can't we bring little Mario home to stay with us for a few days?"

Briony gently smoothed her daughter's hair and answered softly, "Mario has daily tasks he needs to finish, sweetheart. He probably can't come and stay at Skybreeze Retreat for now."

Little Nina blinked, thinking it over. "So does that mean he doesn't even get to sleep in on weekends?"

Briony smiled. "Well, when we see him, you can ask him yourself."

Little Nina beamed and nodded. "Okay!"

Briony hadn't told anyone-not even Carol-that she was bringing Little Nina along to visit Mario.

At the security gate of Southcreek Manor, the guard wouldn't let them through. Sitting in the car, Briony pulled out her phone and called Carol.

Carol picked up and rushed outside, flustered. "This is Master Mario's biological mother. Who told you to keep her out?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Carol," the guard replied helplessly. "Ms. Riley specifically instructed us not to let strangers in."

The word "strangers" made Carol's expression falter. She glanced anxiously at Briony.

the wheel, hands on the steering wheel, her face

were divorced now. Technically, she

she would have no desire

gates of Southcreek Manor and came to a stop. Briony switched off the engine, stepped out, and opened the

popped open the trunk and took out the

to help, her arms soon loaded with shopping bags. "Ms. Kensington, please,

her daughter's hand and followed

echoed from the staircase,

"Ms. Kensington, you're here!"

paused and looked

last few steps and

know you were coming?" Lorna asked. "I

at the watch on her wrist. "It's only ten. Mario's boxing lesson won't

composed.

few things for Mario. Thought

flickered over Briony's face, then

added, "These are all gifts

a brow and went to inspect the bags, her expression tightening with

aren't suitable-Mario doesn't play with

her tone exasperated. "Ms. Kensington, Mario isn't a toddler anymore. These are too childish for him, and they're a distraction from

the least bit

prepared herself for this before

wouldn't let herself be provoked, but she wasn't