Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 322

It was a satisfactory way of putting it. Alison didn’t wa

wait to bear a word about Sophia dying.

Jason smiled butterly and looked straight into her eyes. He said in a hoarse voice, “I stabbed her in the heart that was once seriously injured because she saved me. After two hours of emergency treatment, in the end.

There was a crisp sound of a slap.

Alison suddenly raised her hand and slapped him. “Anyone with a bit of insight can tell that it was a self–directed ruse by Ada to use you to get rid of Sophia. You’re actually stupid enough to stab the woman you love with a knife just to give the Watson family an explanation… Yes, the Watson family is satisfied. Then, what did you get? Bastard, you can live in pain for the rest of your life.”

Jason laughed bitterly and slowly closed his eyes.

In just a few days, he had already gotten used to this kind of torture

Compared to what Sophia had suffered in the past, this was nothing.

If he hadn’t promised her that he would live to atone for his sins, he really wanted to cut himself into pieces. “I was the one who destroyed my conscience and did many horrible things to her. Evil has its retribution. I’m willing to bear it. Grandmother, don’t be disappointed in me. I still want you to persuade her after you pass and make her agree to continue living with me in her next life.”

against the head of the bed and coughed violently. The electrocardiogram

angry, hurt,

angry at what her grandson had

She

• Ada, that evil woman, had ruined

because Sophia had been tortured to death

that her grandson was actually so deeply in love and

coughing violently and hurriedly pushed

the bedside table, and threw it at him. Tasked you to settle your relationship with your wife, but you insisted on neglecting her, forcing her to twist her heart and vent all her anger on Sophia. She forged

“Mother, don’t be

recuperated energy quickly dissipated with the news of her granddaughter–in–law’s death. After cursing Benjamin and Jason a

Benjamin said,

“Mocher…

Jason yelled, “Grandmother…”

infirmary of a private manor in Leezeway, the only sound in the silent ward was the beeping of the

woman lay quietly on the double bed covered with a white

most of her face. Her exposed eyebrows were exquisite like a painting

thin blanket covering her body,

was her stomach, which was slightly protruding. It was especially eye–catching against her