Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 447

“I’m off to cook, Russel finally said, his gaze dropping as he headed towards the kitchen.

A pang of sympathy hit me, coupled with a sense of guilt.

Neil, however, seemed oblivious to the emotional undercurrents between Russel and myself. He was absorbed in studying Serena’s face, his eyes filled with a profound sadness.

He looked up at me, his eyes mirroring his sorrow. “Do you think our daughter would have looked like her if she hadn’t passed away?”

I had never told Neil the gender of our first child, yet his question caught me off guard.

A sharp pain pierced my heart at the mention of our lost child.

“How did you know it was a girl?” I asked, my voice laced with bitterness.

“I looked into your medical records before,” Neil said, his gaze unwavering.

“I need a favor.”

“Which is?” I asked, surprised at his confession.

For a moment, Neil hesitated, his usually decisive demeanor faltering. The gravity of the situation was evident.

I couldn’t fathom what I could possibly do for him, apart from a DNA test with Serena, which I had no intention of agreeing to.

“Although I checked your medical records, the only copy of the ultrasound for our baby is with you. Do you still have it?” Neil finally asked, catching me off guard. I froze.

I had of our child. I had kept it

uncharacteristic of him; a man of

before it was even born. There was nothing

suffocated and my eyes began

to let Neil see it. But I didn’t want to rehash the painful memories. Shared pain could bind

it anymore. I threw it away because it was too painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my words, his lips curving into a forced smile. He didn’t say

painting a picture of warmth and love. In a sudden impulse, I blurted out, “I took a on my

his eyes shining with

picture of

phone, flipping through my mobile album. I had taken a picture of the ultrasound image during

more accurately, resembled Brandon now, especially

the pain in my heart. I quickly sent the

his phone to check the picture. While I

the picture, his eyes filled with longing and sorrow. I had never seen him like this

If he didn’t, then

doesn’t love a

thoughts filled my mind like overgrown weeds, refusing

me. His

time,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “Are

he didn’t want to resort to a DNA test. If the results weren’t what he hoped for,

evening chorus, breaking

Z Z Z

each other, our eyes filled

voice was not my own, yet it was firm and resolute. “Serena and Brandon are mine and Russel’s children. Neil, I’m sorry, but my heart changed back then. If you don’t believe me, you can get a

Neil’s