Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

When Briony arrived at Southcreek Manor, she didn't go inside. Instead, she called Carol.

Carol soon emerged from the manor, carrying little Mario in her arms. The boy's forehead was covered with a cool fever patch. Lorna followed close behind.

Briony hurried over and gently took her son. She stroked his cheek, feeling the lingering warmth of a low fever.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling sick?" she asked, her heart aching as she looked at him.

Little Mario shook his head obediently. "Don't worry, Mom. The doctor said I'll be fine once I take my medicine."

The more sensible her son acted, the more Briony's heart twisted with pain. She crouched down and spoke softly. "Would you like to come home with me?"

He nodded. "Yes, I want to."

Briony glanced up at Lorna.

Before she could speak, Lorna addressed her first. "Ms. Kensington, if you're not too busy this week, would you mind looking after Mario for a while?"

Briony couldn't have hoped for more, but something about Lorna's words didn't sit right.

"I'm Mario's mother. Of course I'll take care of him-it's not an inconvenience at all."

Ms. Kensington. I just know you have your own work commitments, and if Stewart

with the unmistakable tone of a lady of the

studied her. She recalled something Gwendolyn White had said the other day: it seemed Ms.

Lorna were still young; they'd surely have children of their own someday. Yet Stewart insisted on keeping little

of that mattered. Her son was ill-he

on.

make time for him, no

that, Briony cradled little Mario and turned toward her

Since Briony dropped Little Nina at preschool every day, there was always a child's car seat

in, leaning

"Ms. Kensington, please wait a moment. I'll get Mario's medicine

nodded, her tone

turned and

Briony's gaze drifted

window, she spotted

in a sharp

BUT