Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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.

Carol approached and gave Briony a polite smile. “I hope it’s not too much trouble for us to drop by like this, Mrs. Evans.”

Briony stood up and returned the smile, nodding. “Not at all. Are you Mario’s mom?”

“I’m actually his nanny,” Carol explained gently. “Mario’s parents are busy with work. He’s a little on the spectrum.”

So that was it.

Briony’s gaze drifted back to Mario’s face, and she sighed softly. “He’s such a beautiful, sweet child. Life must not have been easy for him.”

Carol nodded. “When Mario was born, it was a difficult delivery. His parents went through a lot just to bring him into this world, so seeing him like this now—it’s honestly a blessing.”

Briony looked at Mario, her thoughts drifting to her own son for a brief moment.

“He really is a little angel.”

She didn’t dare reach out to touch Mario. She knew children with autism were often sensitive to unexpected contact.

Sometimes, even a gentle touch from a stranger could be overwhelming.

Carol said, “He’s a really good kid, just very quiet. New people and places make him nervous, but he’s very sweet.”

“He certainly seems that way,” Briony agreed, glancing at Carol. “Why don’t you and Mario relax in the living room for a bit? I just need to finish a few more dishes and then dinner will be ready.”

“Oh, please, you don’t have to go to so much trouble!” Carol said, a bit flustered. “Let me help you.”

“Nonsense, you’re our guests,” Briony said with a warm laugh. “Besides, the kids are getting along so well—it’s fate, isn’t it? Make yourself at home. My family’s easygoing, so please, don’t feel like you need to stand on ceremony.”