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

Neil asked with a hint of pleading in his voice. This was uncharacteristic of him; a man of

was gone before it was even born. There was

heart felt like it was being suffocated and my eyes began to

it wouldn’t hurt to let Neil see it. But I didn’t want to rehash the painful memories. Shared pain could bind people together, in a way that was difficult to

feelings, I shook my head and gave him a small smile. “I don’t have it anymore. I threw it away because it was too painful to keep.” Neil’s face

warmth and love. In a sudden impulse, I blurted out, “I took a on

replied instantly, his eyes shining with excitement.

of

ultrasound image during the scan. Although it wasn’t as clear as the original, one could still make out the basic

baby resembled Neil, or more accurately, resembled Brandon

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

phone to check the picture. While I took Serena from him, she was quiet and well-behaved

eyes filled with longing and sorrow. I had never seen him

if Neil loved me back then. If he

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

filled my mind like overgrown weeds, refusing to

Neil looked up at me.

he said, his voice filled with pain.

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 stock. His

chorus, breaking the

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each other, our eyes

eternity, I finally spoke. My 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

Neil’s