“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.

Jessica is still my

her,

ended up like

one who ruined her life.” He sank into a reflective

secretary, she was young and

Liberty’s post-pregnancy appearance and blinded by his own arrogance, had

successful manager, someone who deserved

professional world, couldn't resist his

harmless flirtation turned into something

a path she never

for me,’ Hank murmured, “Jessica could've had a simple, happy life

here.” Jessica’s imprisonment

tried to end her life multiple

was only through persistent intervention that she finally abandoned her suicidal thoughts and chose to

was long, it

onto the sliver of hope that

despite everything, supported

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

promise to stay married to

take care of her for the rest of

word—a stark contrast to the empty promises he’d

Brown couldn't contain her

you, and yet you're still—" Before she could finish, Hank had retreated

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