Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 568

But seeing how anxious Lucky was, snatching Little Nina’s candy again and again, Briony couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt.

Even if, to her, that suspicion seemed absurd.

Still, when it came to her children’s safety, Briony would rather be overly cautious than let any wishful thinking endanger them.

She pretended to inspect the fruit candies with great care, then put them away and turned to Little Nina. “Honey, it looks like these are actually expired. Mr. Ellsworth probably made them a while ago and forgot to bring them over. They’ve just been sitting around too long.”

“Oh?” Little Nina’s face fell. “So I can’t eat them?”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Eating them might upset your tummy.” Briony ruffled her daughter’s hair and smiled gently. “Mr. Ellsworth’s been busy with his new job lately, so I’m sure it just slipped his mind. If you want candy, Mommy will get you some fresh ones, okay?”

“Alright.” Little Nina nodded, then glanced over to Lucky. “So that’s why you wouldn’t let me eat them, Lucky? You didn’t want me to get a tummy ache?”

“Woof woof!” Lucky jumped up, wagging his tail so hard his whole body wiggled.

“I’m sorry, Lucky! I thought you were being mean!” Little Nina threw her arms around him. “Can you forgive me?”

Lucky barked twice more and nuzzled against her, his tail still wagging.

With their misunderstanding cleared up, Little Nina and Lucky were soon back to their usual gleeful games.

Little Mario, who’d been watching all the commotion from the sidelines, was quickly dragged into their little “siege” of Lucky by his sister.

Briony stood up, watching her two children—happy and healthy—her expression shadowed by worry.

…

Three days later, Briony’s ankle had mostly healed.

Early that morning, she took the bag of fruit candies and headed to the local lab for testing.

It was nearly a twenty-minute drive from Skybreeze Retreat.

Briony drove her white Cayenne, following the GPS directions.

At a stoplight, her phone started ringing from inside her purse.

She fished it out—an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.