“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

her, to

up like this if it weren't for

ruined her life.” He sank into a reflective tone, recounting his

she was young and naive, with no intentions of

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

as a successful manager, someone who

fresh to the professional world, couldn't

harmless flirtation turned into something much

led Jessica down a path she

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

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

she'd tried to end her life

was only through persistent intervention that she finally abandoned

sentence was long, it wasn’t a death

hope that someday she might

despite everything, supported

sent her supplies every month and visited twice a year, vowing that

promise to stay married to

of her for the rest

he intended to keep his word—a stark contrast

Brown couldn't contain

you're still—" Before she could finish, Hank had retreated to his room and shut the door, leaving

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