Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 464

Sophia let out a sudden laugh, her face devoid of expression, eyes icy. “Take care of me? But I’m a widow with a child. You, the richest man in Rathland, want to raise another man’s son?”

Jason’s breath instantly hitched.

He thought. ‘I don’t care if she slept with another man and bore a child with him. I have no

no right to judge. It only hurts me when I’m thinking about those twins. A boy and a girl, all lost due to my foolishness and ignorance. If they were still alive…

At the thought of this, Jason quickly extinguished the wild expectations and delusions in his mind.

He had already squandered some of his happiness. It was useless to beg for it now.

“I will treat Tommy as my own, Jason said.

A flicker of surprise crossed Sophia’s eyes.

If this were five years ago, Jason would probably have used every cruel word to insult her.

But five years of torment had smoothed his edges, humbling him to this extent.

Proud as he was. Jason could actually accept Sophia’s son from another man.

Jason generous

own? Are you saying Tommy is also qualified to be the

son, the true flesh and blood of

neck gently, murmuring. “I really like that kid. As long as he’s capable enough, making him

slightly, a sly smile playing on

‘Should I repeat the same trick, drown him in my tenderness, then break his heart like five years ago, making him taste that searing

what

had leukemia and needed the umbilical cord blood of a newborn for survival. Sophia would not have

wouldn’t forgive Jason, nor truly

Jason’s baby, Sophia could not fall out with him and had to bear with all this until she conceived successfully.

tired. I don’t want to

lean into his arms, softly saying, “Sleep for a while. I’ll wake you up when we get

beside her,

nice to be able to close her eyes and rest for a while. Out of sight, out

looked at his wife in his

escape. But I won’t let go. Without you, I’d rather be dead. Since Tommy is your flesh and blood, I’ll acknowledge

the same time, at the Watson Viridian Garden in the suburbs, Timothy, locked

lay in bed, semi–conscious, his tiny body twitching occasionally, a heartbreaking

stood by the bed, coldly watching Timothy suffer, not planning to call for

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