79. Pregnant?

Tears fell on Brent’s face. He immediately turned around and hugged Beverley. His body trembled, and he cried silently.

Beverley hugged him tightly. She understood his grief. Brent usually seemed to hate Chris so much. However, he had always protected him.

As angry as Brent was, he never went cruel or too far with Chris. The threats that came out of his mouth were just words he didn’t mean. The man had always secretly loved Chris. Or he never realized it.

“All this time, I was in no hurry to reconcile with him. I thought... we had more time,” Brent whispered with his eyes closed.

“I shouldn’t have gone to New York. That should have been a sign.”

Beverley stroked Brent’s back. Her palm felt the traces of fabric across his back. Her brow furrowed deeply. Was what Chris said true? She tried to put that aside for the moment.

“Brent, even if you don’t go to New York, you can’t change fate,” Beverley whispered. “You have to let him go.”

Brent said nothing. He let go of his embrace and then