Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 616

It was precisely because she had lived through it herself that she couldn't bring

herself to persuade Mary to give up the baby.

Besides, the child was already taking shape.

Already a living, breathing soul.

"Briony, can I tell you a story?"

Briony glanced at Mary, and she could more or less guess what was coming.

She crossed to a wicker chair by the side of the room and sat down.

"All right, I'm listening."

Mary, cradling her rounded belly, walked over to the window and gazed out at the world beyond. Her voice floated back, soft and slow-

he took out his disappointment on the mother. Out of the girl's four older sisters, three were sold off by their father, and the fourth fell ill and died at fourteen because they couldn't afford a doctor. The mother couldn't bear to see her youngest go the same way, so she risked her life, scraped together whatever she could, and when the girl turned eighteen, she sent

an extra, working her way up from the bottom, until eventually she made a name for herself. Once she was successful, she finally had the means to rescue her mother and bring her out of that wretched place. But then

didn't bring back half a million, he'd kill her mother. Not wanting to be

up, eyes locking

turned from the window, meeting Briony's gaze, her eyes

casino. He was so caught up in his bets that he didn't notice the child wander off. The casino was right on the docks. The boy fell into the water and drowned. By the time the fishermen dragged him out, he was already gone. And the most absurd part? It was his own negligence, but he went to a fortune-teller and was told my mother's birthdate

her eyes troubled,

he's dead now. Ferdinand's

Briony froze.

I can

a child-so I'll give him one. I know he's not a good man, but at least,

own ground." Briony watched her,

about you,

"What

back this time? What are

lips