That child was so adorable, with his big eyes, long eyelashes, and soft little hands...
But the irony of it all...
She treated the little one so well, gave her all, only to have someone stab her through the heart, leaving her to bleed...
Her own baby had died, yet the child he fathered with another woman was now three years old.
A lively child and an infant reduced to bones. A bloody contrast, a truth too painful to bear.
Both were his children, but hers could not be brought into this world.
Seven months in, such an innocent life, yet it couldn't come into this world.
A baby at seven months is already well-formed, with hands and feet.
Sylvan Cheney was so accustomed to killing, he even didn't spare his own flesh and blood.
Sylvan Cheney, can your heart really be at peace?
A pain was twisting at her heart, it hurt, it hurt so much.
"Jasmine! Jasmine!" Hans Colin called out anxiously.
Jasmine Yale's face turned pale. He was startled; had he said anything wrong?
