“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

my duty to see her, to take

wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for

her life.” He sank into a reflective tone,

secretary, she was young and naive, with no intentions of starting an

and blinded by his own arrogance,

who deserved better than what he

inexperienced and fresh to the professional world,

started as harmless flirtation turned into

Jessica down a path

murmured, “Jessica could've had a simple,

up here.” Jessica’s imprisonment had been a

despair, she'd tried to end her

through persistent intervention that she finally abandoned her

was long, it wasn’t a

the sliver of hope that someday she might regain

everything, supported her from

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

also made a promise to stay

of her for the rest of my

stark contrast to the empty promises he’d once made

couldn't contain

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

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