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.

had of our child. I

of him; a man of

and our first child was gone before it was even born. There was

heart felt like it was being suffocated and my eyes

ultrasound; it wouldn’t hurt to let Neil see it. But I didn’t want to rehash the painful memories. Shared

have it anymore. I threw it away because it was too painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my words, his

a magic seemed to fill the air, painting a picture of warmth and love. In a sudden impulse, I blurted out, “I

replied instantly, his

picture of it

picture of the ultrasound image during the scan. Although it wasn’t as clear as the original, one

resembled Neil, or more accurately, resembled Brandon now, especially the

pain in my heart. I quickly sent the picture to Neil and closed

took out his phone to check the picture. While I took Serena from him, she

picture, his eyes filled with longing

Neil loved me back then. If he

is a saying that a man who doesn’t love a woman wouldn’t love their

filled my mind like overgrown weeds, refusing

up at me. His

time,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “Are Serena and Brandon my children?”

question took my breath away. I knew Neil had his doubts, but he didn’t want to resort to a DNA test. If the results weren’t what he hoped for, he’d become the laughing

breaking the

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other, our eyes filled with unspoken

voice was not my own, yet it was firm and resolute. “Serena and Brandon are

Neil’s