Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 247

Sophia wondered many times what sins Jason and she had committed in their previous lives that God had to torture them like this in this life.

Three sons in her two pregnancies could not get their father’s love and could only die silently in her womb. They did not even have the chance to see the world.

some of his love to her poor children.

How she wished Jason gave some of

However, it was just an extravagant hope, after all.

After Jason slapped her in the afternoon, and her belly hit the edge of the steps hard, the two children, who had formed, almost died in her womb.

*Britney, are you hungry Daddy will make you milk powder now, okay?”

Jason’s gentle coaxing sounded in her ears again. Sophia slammed the glass door after she rushed into the bathroom.

She felt a throbbing pain in her abdomen. She slowly slid down against the wall and collapsed on the cold floor.

She covered her slightly bulging belly with her palms and patted it gently.

“Baby, don’t be sad. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have Daddy’s love. I will always dote on you”

not know if it was her imagination, but there

of bubbles where her palms

fetus had taken shape. Sophia could feel the fetus move

stumbled along and had lost everything except for these two children. They had always been silently protecting her

were so tenacious. After so many collisions, they were still alive and well in her

Sophia bear to take their lives?

I do? I can’t bear to take you away with her.”

Jason quickly coaxed the baby, who was crying in his arms.

the little girl’s pink face, his

time, Jason imagined this child to be the miscarried fetus from two years

wonder people said that a man would never know how gentle he

to prepare food 24 hours a day. Make sure they

and carefully took the baby girl over

left, she hesitated and lowered her voice, saying, “Sir, I’ve been in Classa Garden for four years. I

at the tightly shut bathroom door and continued. “Madam truly loves y always see the light in her eyes as bright as the stars in the past.

you

and trea

her life. I could

Miss Ada returned, she was like a flower that had bloomed and slowly withered. I could no longer see her enthusiasm for life. A person’s life is short and boring. It’s

housekeeper strode out of the master bedroom

strode toward the bathroom after standing on the spor for