“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

duty to see her, to take care of

have ended up like this if it weren't

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

young and naive, with no

discontent with Liberty’s post-pregnancy appearance and blinded by

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

the professional world, couldn't resist

harmless flirtation turned into something much

down a

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

here.” Jessica’s imprisonment had been a dark

tried to end her life multiple

finally abandoned her suicidal thoughts

was long,

sliver of hope that someday she might

despite everything, supported her from

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

promise to stay married

take care of her for the rest of my life,” he'd

stark contrast

couldn't contain her

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

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