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Damon

"Woe unto a man who cannot take care of his family." I will translate that as "woe unto a man who could not protect his family."

The loss of my child was simply too much pain to bear. I had barely felt the little spark of life within Isabella's belly until it was snuffed out by that madman, only because I couldn't reach her fast enough.

I was too slow, I thought to myself as I pulled off my mask and sat in the lounge. My eyes found the bottle of amber-colored liquid, whiskey, and I poured myself a nearly full glass. I gulped down the contents of the glass in one shot. It was slightly euphoric, feeling the warmth of the alcohol rush down my throat to settle in my belly.

But the feeling only lasted for a short while, as it was nearly impossible to get drunk anymore.

"I don't think you should worry too much about this… Montenegro of a girl," someone said. "After all, she is, as I hear, unable to give birth. I heard that earlier today. Someone was spreading rumors about her. Why did