Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Little Nina froze for a second, then protested with her hands over her face, "Mom, that's not fair! I'm the prettiest little fairy, you can't keep photos of me looking like a clown!"

Briony ruffled her daughter's round head. "Then why don't you hurry up and wipe that messy face of yours?"

Little Nina, never one to let things weigh her down for long, quickly brushed away her tears.

Her little nose and eyes were still red from crying, but her hands were now firmly planted on her hips, her chubby cheeks full of stubborn defiance.

"Mom, I didn't cry!" Little Nina jabbed a finger at little Mario. "It was Mario who was crying! Shame on you, big boy crying and all~"

At that, the little man quickly wiped his face and glared at his sister. "I wasn't crying! You were!"

"You were!" Little Nina shot back, refusing to back down. "You started it!"

"No, I didn't!" Mario frowned.

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't!"

The two siblings squared off, voices rising in a familiar, escalating duet.

They hardly ever fought, so the adults looked on in amusement, not wanting to interrupt, treating it like a lighthearted skit.

and sweet, laughter and

when Briony, without warning, began to bleed from her

setting the children down and calling out, "Mr. Delaney, Lorna, please take

Stewart had already pulled out a handkerchief, pressing it gently to

blinked, dazed for a moment. When she realized what was

James and Lorna had

worry. Stay calm. We're heading to the hospital

wasn't the first time this had happened-she'd almost grown

hands

lifted her own hand and gently patted his. "Stewart, it's

said, his voice tight, eyes rimmed red. "The car's

Briony nodded again.

the kids in the car,

in Stewart's hand-already soaked through with blood. His

hospital. Please look after

felt the old hostility toward Stewart. Right now, Briony was all

grudges meant nothing in this