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

was just a passing thought. Take me to Preston

smiled faintly, giving the driver a quick instruction. He turned back to Sophia. “You still haven’t

softly. Tommy was the child I discovered

hint of guilt flickered in Oliver’s

for negligence, putting you in danger on the day you gave birth and losing track of

a smile. “It was my fate.

Hospital, a tall, lean figure stood silently before the towering glass

at the young girl in the bed, her frail form adorned with

his palm as if to touch the child’s pale face through the glass.

sharp voice sliced through the air from behind him. “What are you doing here?”

his hand slowly.

around, any hint of softness vanished from his eyes, replaced by cold

So, she sent someone pretending to be a psychiatric patient to confront you–it’s my

Harriet rushed forward and delivered a resounding slap across his cheek.

of a “wift” didn’t Exce her.

did he mention a “mistress

daughter”