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-

three were sold off by their father, and the fourth fell ill and died at fourteen because they couldn't

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

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

snapped up, eyes locking

meeting Briony's gaze, her eyes rimmed with

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

together, her eyes troubled, sympathy flickering across

smiled. "But he's dead now.

Briony froze.

why I

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

own choices and hold their own ground." Briony watched

about

frowned. "What do

back this time? What

lips together,