Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 481

Jason, seeing Sophia stir, quickly hid the scanner behind him and watched her with a nervous expression. Her body was trembling slightly, her delicate brows knitted together tightly. She seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, her hands raised and flailing aimlessly in the air.

“Child, my child…” Sophia’s anguished murmurs echoed in the quiet room, siark and jarring. Whatever she was dreaming, it was causing her to tremble more violently, her hands waving more frantically. Jason immediately got back into bed, gently pulling her into his arms. “Sophia, wake up. Wake up.”

Jason couldn’t think about the laser tracker now; Sophia’s current state was too strange. He needed to wake her up quickly. Her fingers grabbed wildly, clutching his pajamas like it was her last lifeline. “Child, save my child.”

Earlier, Jason hadn’t heard Sophia’s murmur of “child” clearly. Now, hearing her say “Save my child,” his heart leaped into his throat. Her voice was filled with such pain and helplessness, not the reaction one would expect from a normal abortion.

there be more to the story of the twins‘ death?‘ with this thought, Jason held Sophia tightly, gently patting her back and hoarsely asking. What happened to the children? Sophia,

never considered terminating the pregnancy. Later, when she faked her death to escape him, she gained her freedom. She had no reason to harm two innocent babies. Besides, the

tell me. Maybe I can save our children.” Jason admitted that it was somewhat shameful to coax answers from her while she was semi- conscious. But he only dared to ask in such a state. Once she woke up, he

continued to murmur in agony, her eyes tightly shut, yet tears flowed like a broken dam.

and cheeks. His lips left

his spell, gripping his robe tightly and muttering unconsciously, “Died at birth. Dead. Congenital deformities. Sick, and

congenital disabilities, and now suffering from leukemia, close to death. But Jason was bewildered by Sophia’s words. The terms “died at birth,” “dead,” and “deformities” were like sharp blades, tearing at

moment, he hated himself for being kept in the dark, knowing nothing. He hated