Chapter 322 The Topic of Pregnancy

• Frank shook his head. Kendall might be annoyed at me because I keep pestering her, but I'm sure her hatred for me is because of the baby. It's because I indirectly killed the baby. She claimed that I was sober when I wanted her. We met at a few public events after she married Jackson, but I never did anything to her during then. I didn't even look for her after she got pregnant and had a daughter. I never once suspected that her daughter would be my child. My lack of responsibility toward her had led to the baby's death, so I indirectly killed my own daughter. How dare I paint a portrait of my own baby after doing such a thing? How dare I hope the baby will give us another chance to be her parents?
• Frank felt like his heart was being stabbed by a sharp knife. It hurt so bad that his face had turned pale. He never knew how horrible it felt to feel this mixture of heartache and regret! "Desmond…" Frank mumbled. "You should get some rest. I want to… be alone."
• Desmond looked at him worriedly. "I'm not going to drink anymore," Frank added with a bitter smile. If alcohol was the antidote to his sorrows, then sobering up was a magnification of his pain. It didn't matter if what happened was a dream or reality—Frank knew that things would never work out between him and Kendall. The only way he could make himself feel better was to treat Kendall better and make up for his wrongdoings. However, when he thought about how Kendall had gotten married to Dylan and became Dylan's legal wife, Frank could still hear his heart shattering into pieces.