Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 335

After being in a coma for three days, Jason had recovered a little. He looked more energetic than a few days ago.

Aaron stayed by the bedside and waited for him to vomit blood again so he could look for Derick to save him.

He had no choice since Jason insisted on continue reading the diary. No one could persuade him otherwise.

Alison said that it was better to suffer short–term pain than long–term pain. Since Jason was asking for it, there was no need to care about his health She would let him torture himself to his heart’s content

Aaron felt that Allson’s words made sense. Instead of letting him read it bit by bit, was better to read it all at once. The pain would only last for a

while.

Actually, the rest of the diary had happened very recently. Jason still had a deep memory of ic

However, memories were just memories What his wife wrote down was completely different.

Every poignant sentence, every heartbreaking word, every stroke was filled with hatred and resentment for him.

that she had built a grave for him and hoped that he would stay there

thought, ‘Alright, I will do as she wished. For the rest of my life, I will only be a widower

his touching her stomach made her happy for the two children. His eyes seemed to have been stabbed by a knife, and tears rolled down

longer a suppressed cry,

than once. His heart felt like it was soaked in

mentality she had when she begged him to reach out and touch her stomach. At that moment, she must have yearned

she sull pitied

would definitely give all her love and care to the children, right? However, she was unlucky to have met me, causing the three lile lives she had conceived to not

the second last entry, Jason no longer had the courage to turn

bone–piercing torture. Compared to the physical and mental torture caused by the contents of the diary, the regrets caused by brushing

had read the contents earlier, he felt that Sophia would not have passed away

heavens had

several times, but

violent cough sounded. That heart–wrenching sound made it seem that he wanted to cough out all

calm him down, he comforted him. “Boss, you torture yourself anymore. Mr. Peterson