“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 duty to see her, to

like this if

the one who ruined her life.” He sank into

was young and naive,

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

who deserved better than what he perceived

fresh to the professional world, couldn't resist

started as harmless flirtation turned into something

led Jessica down a path she never

it weren't for me,’ Hank murmured, “Jessica could've

up here.” Jessica’s imprisonment had been a

tried to

abandoned her suicidal thoughts and

was long,

held onto the sliver of hope that

despite everything, supported her from

and visited twice a year, vowing that he’d wait for her release no

a promise

of her for the rest of

stark contrast to

Brown couldn't

Hank had retreated to his room and shut the door, leaving her seething in

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