Chapter 155 Her Pain Or Our Son

Irene took a breath.

Then she drank it.

All of it.

The bitter liquid burned down her throat, just like before.

She had done this a few times already…

But it never got easier.

It never would.

Still, she forced herself to stay quiet.

Because if she cried,

If Arnold saw how much it hurt,

He wo...

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