Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 557

At the airport, Briony greeted the two elders with a warm smile.

Gwendolyn White looked her up and down, concern creasing her brow. “Your face is so pale, darling. Have you been skipping meals and losing sleep again?”

Briony gave a helpless little shrug. “Godmother, it’s just the cold weather.”

“I don’t believe it—you’ve gotten thinner. You never seem to tire when you throw yourself into work. James told me you opened another studio last week. You’re running the company, juggling the gallery, and now a new studio too. Bryn, you’re not exactly strapped for cash. Why push yourself so hard?”

“James does tend to exaggerate,” Briony replied, looping her arm through Gwendolyn’s with a gentle smile. “Really, I’m doing what I love. Every day feels full—my life is just the way I want it. Isn’t that a good thing?”

Gwendolyn sighed, knowing she couldn’t win this argument, and just repeated her advice. “You need to find a balance, sweetheart. Don’t wear yourself out and undo all the progress you made during those four years in the countryside!”

Briony nodded, still smiling. “I know my limits. I promise.”

They headed back from the airport to Skybreeze Retreat. The moment they stepped inside, Little Nina came racing across the foyer. “Grandma! Grandpa!”

“Oh my goodness, look how much you’ve grown!” Gwendolyn knelt down, cupping Nina’s cheeks and kissing her again and again. “Did you miss Grandma?”

“I did!” Nina’s little voice was as sweet as ever. “Grandma, did you miss me?”

“Of course Grandma missed you, my darling!” Gwendolyn reached into her bag and pulled out four gift boxes—two for Little Nina, two for little Mario. “These are presents from Grandpa and Grandma. We wish our two little angels a healthy, happy year ahead!”

“Thank you, Grandma! Thank you, Grandpa!” little Mario piped up.

“Thank you, Grandma! Thank you, Grandpa!” Nina echoed, hugging her gifts tightly.

Gwendolyn’s gaze softened as she looked at little Mario.

The first time they’d met, he was shy and withdrawn—a thin, fragile little boy who tugged at the heartstrings.