Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 491

Oliver hesitated, looking at her with puzzlement,

Oliver thought, ‘As far as I knew, Sophia probably didn’t know Irene. She was just a baby when Irene passed away!

“Why bring this up all of a sudden?” Sophia furrowed her brow. She thought, Should I tell him the truth? Tommy’s parentage was only my speculation, and now I wasn’t even sure if I belonged to the heiress of the Watson Group. Revealing it could stir up trouble. Jason, that scoundrel, was desperate for leverage against me. If he finds out I am the heiress of the Watson family, he might use it to threaten me. I decided to keep Oliver in the dark to avoid more trouble.

“Never mind. I’ve heard gossip that Renee is Roger’s biological daughter, and Ada is a prized jewel of the Watson Group. People speculate they might be twins. If it’s too much to ask. forget I brought it up.”

Oliver found her explanation strained. After all, the Watson family had publicly acknowledged five years ago that Rence wasn’t part of the Watson Group’s heiress. So, where did the idea of twins come from?

Nevertheless, he felt compelled to provide clarity since she had asked.

“Irene spent her entire pregnancy abroad, and there were no rumors in Clumond City about whether she was expecting twins or a single child. If you’re eager to uncover the truth, I can arrange for someone to investigate overseas”

Sophia clenched her fists suddenly,

To find Tommy’s biological mother, she had to start with Irene, as she was currently the sole lead.

But she couldn’t involve Oliver in this investigation. There were too many secrets to keep from him

It was just a passing thought. Take me to Preston

quick instruction. He turned back to Sophia. “You

softly. Tommy was the child I discovered that

her words, a hint of guilt flickered in Oliver’s

you in danger on the day you gave birth and losing

smile. “It was my

the ICU at Preston Hospital, a tall, lean figure stood silently before the towering

man stared fixedly at the young girl in the bed, her frail form adorned with tubes,

palm as if to touch the child’s pale face

a sharp voice sliced through the air from behind him. “What

retracting his hand

around, any hint of softness vanished from his eyes,

mistook you for my mistress and illegitimate daughter. So, she sent someone pretending to

could finish, Harriet rushed forward and

talk of a “wift” didn’t

mention a

“illegitimate daughter” struck a