Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 294

The little girl was surprisingly strong. Mario was caught off guard by her push and tumbled right into Briony’s arms.

Briony quickly reached out and caught him.

For a moment, as she held him, Mario caught the faintest trace of a gentle floral scent. The tension in his tiny body melted away almost instantly.

Sensing the boy relax in her embrace, Briony smiled and gently stroked his hair. “You’re such a good boy, Mario.”

Mario blinked up at her, then slowly let his head rest against her shoulder.

He was quiet, docile, and sweet—so much so that any adult watching would have let out a soft sigh.

Children like him, angels in their own way, needed more patience and love than most. They deserved not just acceptance, but encouragement and gentle support.

Carol was clearly moved. “If my boss could see how much Mario has improved, he’d be over the moon.”

Still holding Mario, Briony couldn’t help but compare him to Little Nina in her mind.

Compared to chubby, energetic Nina, Mario seemed so fragile—thin and a little underweight.

She turned to Carol. “With Mario’s condition, I’d really recommend your boss take him to see Dr. Ferdinand at the town clinic. Nina was premature and had allergies. She was constantly sick and underweight her whole first year. Dr. Ellsworth worked wonders for her.”

Carol’s eyes widened. “Really? That’s amazing! I’ll definitely tell my boss about him.”

“I’ll give you his card.” Briony gently set Mario down and walked to the shelf. She opened a small box and pulled out one of Ferdinand’s business cards.

Handing it over, she said, “His phone and address are on here.”

Carol accepted the card gratefully. “Thank you! You and Nina are real lifesavers for our little one.”

Briony shook her head with a soft laugh. “Hardly lifesavers. Maybe just a bit of fate, that’s all.” She ruffled Mario’s hair, her voice warm and gentle. “Mario, would you and Nina like to go play in the living room for a while?”

Mario nodded.

Briony crouched down to meet his gaze, her smile tender. “You have such a lovely voice, Mario. Can I hear it again?”

Mario opened his mouth hesitantly, then whispered, “Okay.”

“That’s wonderful!” Briony tousled his hair and turned to Nina. “Why don’t you show Mario your toys?”

“Sure!”

Nina immediately grabbed Mario’s hand, her face lighting up, and the two of them dashed off to the living room to play.

Mario seemed more than happy to follow her lead.

Nina dragged out her toy chest and dumped everything onto the rug. “Mario, you can pick any toy you like! If you find one you love, I’ll give it to you—but you can only choose one, okay?”

The two kids played together, completely absorbed, leaving the adults free to relax.

Briony straightened up and turned to Carol. “How old is Mario?”

“He just turned three last month.”

Briony nodded thoughtfully. “So he’s a year younger than Nina. Three is still so little. Don’t give up on him—he understands much more than you think. He’s just hypersensitive and needs adults to guide him with patience and encouragement, day after day.”

“You’re absolutely right. My boss loves Mario dearly. He’s been so dedicated to helping him with his autism—he personally interviewed every nanny before finally hiring me and another caregiver.”