My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1215 Restore The Recording

Once Ian had departed, Laney reclined on the bed, her expression a mix of blankness and despair. The bittersweet memories of her and Garrett, from the moment they met to the blossoming of their love, cascaded through her mind.

But now, with the photo and the damning recording as her companions, the memories had lost their luster, tainted by newfound heartache.

Laney was uncertain how long she had been immersed in her thoughts when the baby’s cry snapped her back to reality.

The room was enshrouded in darkness, with only the gentle touch of moonlight stealing in through the window.

Determined, Laney switched on the light, briskly patted her cheeks, and mustered the strength to face her responsibilities. She tenderly cradled her daughter and began to feed her.

As she drank, the infant’s cries subsided.

The baby girl eagerly drank her mother’s milk, her wide eyes gazing up at Laney’s weary visage.

the infant stretched her chubby little hand to caress Laney’s cheek,

simple, tender act quieted the storm within Laney’s mind. As she looked down upon her daughter’s angelic face, a

she

herold friend, Teresa Walsh, a former

accomplished professional bodyguard, now

Laney’s marriage and pregnancy took her away from their shared profession, but she had nonetheless wished

had

up the phone, she was taken aback. “Laney! What

for neglecting their friendship since her marriage. She managed a wistful smile.

voice radiated exuberance and

business and

felt a hot sting of tears at the corners of her eyes as she listened

once been so spirited and content. Those feelings had ebbed away

with demanding employers and ever-present danger. It had been exhausting, but she