Chapter 859

Melina lay on the bed, her hand resting over her swollen belly. Her eyes gradually turned red, and at some point, tears welled up in them. She closed her eyes, and the warm tears slipped silently down her cheeks. Melina was usually like a little sun—radiating warmth, optimism, and an unshakable spirit, brightening the lives of those around her. She had fought hard to live with strength and resilience. But above all, she was a mother. She saw her baby as the most precious blood relative in her life. She longed to have the baby and planned to give them all the love she had never received. Andrew had no idea how cruel his words were when he so easily dismissed the baby. It was like he had taken a knife and plunged it deep into her heart—so much so that even breathing felt painful. His indifference left her with an overwhelming sense of helplessness. … Meanwhile, Andrew sat alone in his study for a long time. Then, he got up and went downstairs to find Wallace. Wallace had just