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

mel‘

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.”

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

Shouldn’t you be outside receiving an I.V.?” His scolding dragged Ada from endless panic.

herself to regain composure and replied tremblingly, “I… I’m so worried about your grandma. She ended up in the water because she was trying

her as

if something had exploded in her brain, causing her almost

is he suspecting me of pushing his grandma into the water?‘ Panic returned as she kept reminding herself, ‘Stay calm. I need composure

“My sister pushed Alison into the water, Eve is the witness. She’s been working for Alison for so many years.

bed and replied plainly, “We’ll talk about it when

weak. She prayed inside, ‘God,

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

the bed and exclaimed, “Mr. Wilson, your grandma is starting