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 had kept it safe, never

in his voice. This was uncharacteristic of him; a man of

was gone before it was even born. There was nothing

like it was being suffocated and my eyes began to well

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

painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my words, his lips curving into a forced

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 you

Neil replied instantly, his eyes

of it

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 features.

baby resembled Neil, or more accurately, resembled Brandon now, especially the nose and

in my heart. I

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

in the picture, his eyes filled with longing and sorrow. I

back then. If he didn’t, then why was he

a man who doesn’t

my mind like overgrown weeds, refusing to be

Neil looked up at me.

last time,” he said, his voice filled with pain.

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 pride wouldn’t

breaking the heavy

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looked at each other, our eyes filled with

are mine and Russel’s children. Neil, I’m sorry, but

Neil’s