Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 506

Jason’s eyes darkened as he strode purposefully around the foot of the bed, heading straight for her. “Take back what you just said, he demanded.

Sophia didn’t respond, watching him with a smirk as she slowly retreated under his relentless advance. When her back pressed against the shelving unit, she swiftly grabbed the fruit knife from the nightstand, pointing its sharp tip directly at his chest. “Why should I take it back? Back then, Oliver helped me find a donor, giving me a new life. Now that I’ve devoted myself to him, what right do you have to interfere!”

Jason listened, and he smiled bitterly. He thought, ‘Right, her heart had been found through Oliver’s tireless efforts. What right did I have to stand for their happiness?

However, Jason couldn’t just watch Sophia marry his half–brother. He couldn’t do it. “If you truly want to marry him, you’ll have to step over my dead body,” he said, leaning in abruptly to meet the knife with his chest. The blade sank into his flesh with a sickening sound, and his white shirt was instantly stained with blood, spreading out into a tragic, beautiful pattern.

Sophia’s pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively let go of the knife handle. She thought, He is mad indeed! There is no way I could outmatch him in sheer determination and recklessness.’

“Sophia if you dare to agree to marry Oliver, I’ll

no doubt he was trying to intimidate her. Jason would do anything. Death was a release for

sharp, overwhelming pain spread through her chest, bringing a suffocating sense

softened after seeing her relent, and a nearly deranged smile curled his lips. He seemed oblivious to the pain, leaving the knife embedded in his chest as he slowly reached out, grasping the back of her head

away forcefully. Perhaps severely wounded, Jason felt his strength waning. He staggered backward, collapsing onto the edge of the bed. More blood gushed

remained indifferent, casually picking up a coat from the shelf as she walked towards the door. Jason quickly grabbed her arm, his voice hoarse as he asked, “Do you want to save Lucas or not?” He dared not make the decision himself, fearing her displeasure. If she didn’t want to see Lucas, that gambling addict, anymore, he would order someone to silence him

coldly, “A leopard can’t change its spots. If we save him this time, he’ll gamble again

next time.”

meaning. “Then order someone to have him crippled,” he

chuckled dismissively. “That’s your decision. When Lucas

he wants revenge, he can