Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 423

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aphia panicked when Jason tooked over. Unfortunately, his phone was soundproof and she did not hear a word

the conversation. She wondered what the caller said to Jason to cause his emotions to fluctuate so much

five or six seconds,

1. This feeling of being

only Jason could affect Sophia’s

said into the receiver and ended the

arms. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “Do you How what

and the cup almost slipped from her fingers. Even though she reacted and gripped the ip tightly, coffee still spilled out “i have no intention of knowing Mr. Willson’s private affairs. But please tell me hy you

His gaze was fixed on her face, unwilling to look away. though this was a completely unfamiliar

the Wilson family away” Jason did not say my son. Instead, he tried his est to avoid those sensitive pasts he could not change the affair free years ago, and had no intention of ionerating himself

beg for her rgiveness. Even if Soprie couldn’t get over that bundle and could not forgot

people in the world only Sophia held weaning to

eyes Rickered wightly so an is in my hands or is he just trying to trick mu? She snow,

find out that

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Jason interrupted lightly, “That kid is seriously ill and will be in trouble at any time. Are you sure you want to continue hiding him?”

that burdensome kid anymore. If he suddenly died from illness, she might get

Timothy back. She sighed. “It’s a coincidence. On the night of the 18th, I went to Preston Hospital. I wanted to understand Ms. Murray’s daughter’s condition. However, when I arrived at the hospital, I bumped into your son unconscious in the emergency passageway. His life was at stake, so I had no choice but