“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, to

ended up like

life.” He sank into a reflective tone, recounting

and

appearance and blinded by his

a successful manager, someone who deserved better than what he perceived Liberty could

professional

flirtation turned into something

a path

could've had a simple, happy life with

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

to end her life

through persistent intervention that she finally abandoned her suicidal thoughts

sentence was long, it wasn’t

held onto the sliver of hope that someday she might regain

everything, supported

supplies every month and visited twice a year, vowing that he’d wait for her release no matter how many years it

promise to stay

of her for the rest of

to keep his word—a stark contrast

couldn't contain her

she could finish, Hank had retreated to his room

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