Chapter 242 Whose Fault

• Leah gently patted his shoulder, a silent signal for him to put her down.
• He set her down carefully, and Leah walked toward the little girl with concern etched into her face.
• “Hey, sweetheart,” she said softly, her voice tender as she crouched to Nia’s level. Her heart ached instinctively. She had lost her own baby, but the mother in her still lived fiercely—desperate to pour love into this fragile little soul. Nia looked like a porcelain doll, delicate and precious.