Chapter 3882

It was hard to believe how far Serenity and Liberty had come. Serenity’s marriage into the wealthiest family and her rise as a high-society lady was already remarkable. However, the revelation that both sisters were descendants of the powerful Farrell family from Jensburg left everyone speechless.

As Mr. Brown sat in the living room, he let out a deep sigh. “Go make some noodles. It’s rare for Hank to be home and resting. Don’t bring up unpleasant topics around him. Honestly, if Hank hadn’t pursued Jessica, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.” His tone remained calm but carried the weight of years of reflection. “Hank was a married man chasing after a young, naive girl. That’s on him. Everything Hank is experiencing now is a result of his own choices.”

Since Hank’s divorce from Liberty, Mr. Brown had undergone a quiet transformation. Watching Liberty thrive while Hank struggled had forced him to confront his own failings as a father. Regret became his teacher, reshaping his perspective and softening his demeanor.

Mrs. Brown opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. Instead, she let out a heavy sigh, stood up, and moved to the kitchen. She occupied herself with preparing noodles for her husband and son, a task she rarely undertook in the past.

When Liberty was part of the Brown family, Mrs. Brown never lifted a finger to cook. Whenever Liberty visited, she would simply tell her what she wanted, and Liberty would dutifully prepare it. Back then, Mrs. Brown’s only role was to criticize, even after the meal was served.

Now, reflecting on those times, Mrs. Brown couldn’t ignore her own mistakes. I gave up a wonderful daughter-in-law and supported Hank’s relationship with Jessica. What was I thinking? Meanwhile, behind the closed door of his room, Hank wrestled with his emotions. On the surface,

He appeared composed, but deep down, he couldn’t shake the persistent feeling of loss. The knowledge that Liberty was marrying Duncan today filled him with unease. He lay in bed, staring at his phone, wrestling with the urge to call Liberty, which came and went repeatedly. However, he knew he couldn’t do it; he had no right to interfere, no standing to object.

On the bedside table rested a photo frame containing an old group picture with his classmates, Liberty included. During their marriage, Liberty had removed herself from most of their photos, but this one remained—a relic of their youth.

Hank reached for the frame, his gaze fixed on Liberty’s younger self. Back then, she had been radiant—tall, slender, and effortlessly beautiful. Her youthful face was filled with life, unblemished, and glowing with natural beauty. She didn’t need fancy skincare products; her youth was enough.

In the picture, Hank stood behind Liberty, looking down at her with an expression that revealed his adoration. His eyes, filled with affection, told the story of a man who had truly loved her once. They had spent years as classmates, shared a deep love, and enjoyed three years of marriage. Yet, in the end, he had lost her.

Now, Liberty was about to marry another man, and Hank could do nothing but stare at this old photo, overwhelmed by regret. He lacked the courage to call her and offer his congratulations. Instead, he clung to this frozen moment in time, replaying what once was.

“Liberty, I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I failed you. I broke every promise I made. I let my selfishness ruin everything.” Tears brimmed in his eyes as he confronted the reality of his loss.

He gazed at the photo, overwhelmed with regret. He lacked the courage to call her and extend his congratulations. Instead, he clung to this frozen moment in time, replaying the past.
“Liberty, I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I failed you. I broke every promise I ever made. My selfishness ruined everything.”
Tears welled in his eyes as he continued speaking to the photo, as if Liberty could somehow hear him. “You were so good, and I loved you deeply. How could I let this happen? I’m sorry, Liberty. I’m truly sorry.”
Hank repeated his apologies like a mantra, pouring his guilt into the stillness of the room. The photo remained silent, but it didn’t need to respond. It served as a reminder of everything he had lost—and everything he would never regain.

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