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.

the only picture I had of our child. I had kept it safe, never losing it.

in his voice. This was uncharacteristic of him; a man of his stature, even in his love for

had a son, Hiram, and our first child was gone before it was even born. There was nothing left to

being suffocated and my eyes began to well

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

threw it away because it was too painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my

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

instantly, his

picture of it

fetched my phone, flipping through my mobile album. I had taken a picture of the ultrasound image during the scan. Although it wasn’t as clear as the original,

more accurately, resembled Brandon now, especially

I quickly sent the picture to Neil and

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

with longing and sorrow. I had never seen

me back then. If

doesn’t love a

mind like overgrown weeds, refusing

me. His

said, his voice filled

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 pride wouldn’t

their evening chorus, breaking

= ± ± 3 Z Z Z

other, our eyes filled with

what felt like an 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,

Neil’s