Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 22

Ada thought, ‘Alison isn’t dead? No, it must be my mind playing tricks on me. I’ll be screwed if that old witch doesn’t kick the bucket. God, don’t mess with me like this. I tried suffocating her, bashing her skull, and even tossing her in the water. Is she a cat with nine lives? How on earth is she still breathing?”

A doctor delivered the incredible news from the emergency room. “Mr. Wilson, your grandma’s breathing on her own now.” It shattered Ada’s Illusion of herself

Panic surged within her as she screamed inside, “Alison isn’t dead! I spilled everything by the lake on that day. I told her about Sophia’s attempt to sacrifice herself for Jason five years ago. I even confessed that I’m not carrying Jason’s child. Her awakening means doom for

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Eve noticed Ada’s panic and felt a sense of satisfaction, but she also started to worry, thinking, “What if Ada loses control and sends someone to harm my son once Alison is awake?‘

Considering the situation, Eve stealthily approached Ada and whispered, “Don’t freak out. Go in there and find out what’s happening first.”

Ada together from her panic. Ada immediately removed the IV. needle on her arm and staggered toward the emergency room, overwhelmed with regret. ‘I regretted my behavior so much. I wouldn’t have spilled so many truths to Alison if I hadn’t been that arrogant. I should’ve kept those secrets to myself. Why did I yell out about Sophia saving Jason and that I’m not carrying his child? I felt great to let them out at that

you doing here? Shouldn’t you be outside receiving an I.V.?”

tremblingly, “I… I’m so worried about your grandma. She

He locked his eyes on her as if he could see right through

something had exploded in her brain,

water?‘ Panic returned as she kept reminding herself, ‘Stay calm. I need composure more than ever.”

Eve is the witness. She’s been working for Alison for

in response. He looked at his grandma in the bed and replied plainly, “We’ll talk about it when

so nervous that she could sense her legs turned weak. She prayed inside, ‘God, please take that old

ticked by. It was winter, but beads of sweat gathered on Ada’s

movement from Alison on the bed and exclaimed, “Mr. Wilson, your grandma is starting to wake up. Call