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.

ultrasound image was the only picture I had of our

hint of pleading in his voice. This was uncharacteristic of him; a man of his stature, even in his love for his child, would never

before it was even born. There was nothing

like it was being suffocated and my

Neil see it. But I didn’t want to rehash

it was too painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my words, his

painting a picture of warmth and love. In a

replied instantly, his eyes shining with

of

album. I had taken a picture of the 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

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

his phone to check the picture. While I took

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

If he didn’t, then why was

who doesn’t love a woman wouldn’t

overgrown weeds, refusing to be tamed.

Neil looked up at me.

he said, his voice filled with

resort to a DNA test. If the results weren’t what he hoped for, he’d become the laughing stock. His pride wouldn’t

breaking the heavy

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our

my own, yet it was firm and resolute. “Serena and Brandon are mine

Neil’s