Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 487

Oliver suddenly tightened his arms around Sophia, holding her firmly. Five years ago, he didn’t fully understand his feelings. He thought he merely liked her but hadn’t developed a love for her. However, after five years of thinking about her constantly, he realized where his heart truly lay.

At first, Oliver admitted that he approached Sophia with a purpose, trying to use her to strike at Jason. But as he got to know her, he was drawn to her resilience and strength. His initial use of her turned into protection. From the moment he decided to help her find a donor, he had already integrated her into his life. He was just too slow to realize his feelings, and it wasn’t until after she was gone that he understood he had fallen in love with her. But by then she was gone, and those unspoken words of love were buried deep in the dark, untouched.

A few days ago. Oliver was overjoyed to learn Sophia was still alive. His heart, dormant for years, seemed to start beating again. He made up his mind, I won’t miss my chance to be with Sophia this time. I don’t care if she’s Jason’s woman. That scumbag doesn’t appreciate her and deserves to

lose her forever.

“Sophia, back then I found a body in the ruins, a woman who was pregnant. But now you’re alive and well. So what was that charred body all about?” Oliver was confused

son, who died in the room. She had escaped in such a hurry that she couldn’t take his body with her.

“What baby’s remains!

found a pregnant woman’s body

snapped up in disbelief and wondered, ‘I did place my deceased son on the bed. Even after the fire, there should have been bones left behind. How could there be nothing? She grabbed Oliver’s wrist, asking urgently. “Are you sure

We only found a woman’s body, no baby’s remains. Sophia, what are you getting at?”

men in black wouldn’t have taken a deceased baby. But if there were no baby’s remains in the ruins, could it mean he was taken alive? Could it mean my eldest son is alive? Then

a little boy around five or six years old, thinking it was

there were no baby’s remains in the ruins. He

there