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-

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

was successful, she finally had the means to rescue her mother and bring her out of that wretched place. But

half a million, he'd kill her mother. Not wanting to be

up, eyes

the window, meeting Briony's gaze, her eyes rimmed with

the docks. The boy fell into the water and drowned. By the time the fishermen dragged him out, he was

drew together, her eyes

smiled. "But he's dead now.

Briony froze.

I

not. He wants a child-so I'll give him one. I

and hold their own ground." Briony watched her, her expression solemn. "As long

about

"What do

come back this time? What are you looking

her lips together, meeting