Chapter 468 Little Nina didn't have school that day.
Briony took her out for a little shopping spree at the mall. They picked out stoys boys would love, along with a few shirts and pants.
As they walked through the toy aisle, Little Nina looked up at her and asked, "Mom, can't we bring little Mahto stay with us for a few days?" Briony gently smoothed her daughter's hair and answered softly, "Mahas daily tasks he needs to finish, sweetheart. He probably can't cand stay at Skybreeze Retreat for now." Little Nina blinked, thinking it over. "So does that mean he doesn't even get to sleep in on weekends?" Briony smiled. "Well, when we see him, you can ask him yourself." Little Nina beamed and nodded. "Okay!" Briony hadn't told anyone-not even Carol-that she was bringing Little Nina along to visit Mario.
At the security gate of Southcreek Manor, the guard wouldn't let them through. Sitting in the car, Briony pulled out her phone and called Carol.
Carol picked up and rushed outside, flustered. "This is Master Mario's biological mother. Who told you to keep her out?" "I'm sorry, Ms. Carol," the guard replied helplessly. "Ms. Riley specifically instructed us not to let strangers in." The word "strangers" made Carol's expression falter. She glanced anxiously at Briony.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBriony sat behind the wheel, hands on the steering wheel, her face expressionless.
She and Stewart were divorced now. Technically, she was an outsider.
If not for Mario, she would have no desire to set foot here ever again.
The car rolled slowly through the gates of Southcreek Manor and cto a stop. Briony switched off the engine, stepped out, and opened the back door to help Little Nina down.
Then she popped open the trunk and took out the toys and clothes she'd bought.
Carol hurried over to help, her arms soon loaded with shopping bags. "Ms. Kensington, please, letcarry those." Briony took her daughter's hand and followed Carol inside.
Footsteps echoed from the staircase, followed by Lorna's voice- "Ms. Kensington, you're here!" Briony paused and looked up.
Lorna descended the last few steps and walked over.
"Why didn't you letknow you were coming?" Lorna asked. "I could have told Mario's tutor to give him the morning off." She glanced at the watch on her wrist. "It's only ten. Mario's boxing lesson won't be over until eleven thirty!" Briony met her gaze, cool and composed. "I took my daughter shopping and picked up a few things for Mario. Thought I'd drop them by.' Lorna's eyes flickered over Briony's face, then turned to Carol.
Carol quickly added, "These are all gifts from Ms. Kensington for Mario." Lorna arched a brow and went to inspect the bags, her expression tightening with disapproval.
"These toys aren't suitable-Madoesn't play with things like these." She looked at Briony, her tone exasperated. "Ms. Kensington, Maisn't a toddler anymore. These are too childish for him, and they're a distraction from his studies. I'm sorry, but you'll probably need to take them back and return them." Cóntent belongs to swnóvel Briony wasn't the least bit surprised by Lorna's reaction.
She'd prepared herself for this before coming.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe wouldn't let herself be provoked, but she wasn't going to back down either.
"Ms. Riley, I bought these for my son.
I'll ask him if he wants them-nd need e for you to worry yourself." Lorna's lips curled. "Now, Ms.
Kensington, that's not fair. I'm Stewart's fiancée, and Mario's stepmother-to-be. It's my responsibility to look after him and do what's best for him." Briony let out a soft, dismissive laugh. "Fiancée, yes. But from the way you act, one might think you and Stewart are already married." Lorna froze.
Briony's voice turned cold. "Letremind you. Biologically, you have no connection to Mario. Legally, you're not even family." She looked Lorna straight in the eye, her lips curling with icy disdain. "Mario's stepmother? You don't have that right, Ms. Riley." Lorna stared back, arching an
eyebrow with a faint, mocking smile. "Such hostility, Ms. Kensington Are you regretting your divorce from Stewart? Thinking of crawling back?"