Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 454

Briony thought it was too much trouble. “No need to bother the driver—I can handle drop-offs and pick-ups myself.”

“Oh, all right. I’ll let the driver know then.”

She ended the call, tucked her phone away, and headed back inside.

It was Saturday.

The twins didn’t have preschool today. The moment they saw each other, they huddled together, giggling and playing, thick as thieves.

Watching her son and daughter get along so well, Briony felt a rare sense of peace settle over her heart.

Little Mario had become so much more outgoing lately, chattier too.

Especially this time—after two weeks apart, he seemed to have put on a little weight.

That evening, while bathing the kids, Briony noticed the change most clearly.

He really had filled out. Where once his ribs had been painfully obvious, now his round little belly was starting to catch up to Little Nina’s.

Stewart and Lorna had truly been taking good care of him.

Briony watched her son and daughter splashing and shrieking with laughter in the tub, and her feelings were unexpectedly complicated.

After baths and bedtime stories, once the kids had drifted off, Briony quietly slipped out of the room.

She went next door to find Carol.

Carol was the one who managed all of little Mario’s daily routines.

But for Mario to have changed so much in such a short time, it couldn’t be just Carol’s doing.

From Carol, Briony learned that Lorna practiced martial arts, and every day she took Mario along to exercise.

Every morning, Lorna personally walked Mario to preschool from Southcreek Manor—a walk of about a mile. Most families sent their kids in private cars, but Lorna insisted on going with him on foot.

In the evenings, she’d jump rope with Mario at home.

Briony fell silent for a long moment after hearing all this.

Carol noticed the worry that still lingered in her eyes.

“To be honest, I was worried at first that Ms. Riley might be unkind to the young master,” Carol admitted. “So when she started taking him out, I’d secretly follow behind.”