“You also lost your own child yourself.

That child was part of the Brown family,” Mrs. Brown snapped, her voice heavy with frustration.

Though Sonny didn't live with them, Mrs. Brown still held a bitter attachment to the idea of their family legacy.

When Jessica was pregnant, despite her reservations, she had softened.

The child represented the Brown family’s future, and for a time, Jessica’s flaws were easier to overlook.

But fate had intervened.

Jessica's tragic fall and subsequent miscarriage not only robbed Mrs. Brown of her grandson but also reignited her simmering resentment.

If that child had survived, Mrs. Brown might not feel so desperate for Sonny to return to their fold.

Now, it all felt like retribution.

Hank sighed, trying to calm the situation.

“Mom, what’s done is done.

The baby’s gone.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

is still

my duty to see her,

up like this if it weren't

life.” He sank into a

she was young and naive, with no intentions of starting

discontent with Liberty’s post-pregnancy appearance and blinded by his own

a successful manager, someone who deserved better than what he

to the professional world, couldn't

started as harmless flirtation

selfishness had led Jessica down a path she never intended to

weren't for me,’ Hank murmured, “Jessica could've had a simple, happy

she ended up here.” Jessica’s imprisonment had been a dark turning

despair, she'd tried to end her

finally abandoned her suicidal thoughts and

long,

held onto the sliver of hope that someday she might regain

supported her from

every month and visited twice a year, vowing that he’d wait

promise to stay

take care of her for the rest of my life,” he'd

word—a stark contrast to

Brown couldn't contain

Before she could finish, Hank had retreated to his room and shut the door, leaving her seething in

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