Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 507

Sophia pondered. So Timothy isn’t Ada’s? Then who is his mother? Did Jason, this scumbag, not only involved with Ada but also with another woman? And did Ada, up to her old tricks, steal another woman’s son to pass off as a Wilson? So I’m the one wearing the horns.”

A nameless anger surged within her. Sophia turned away, mocking Jason. “Aren’t you about to marry Ada? She’ll make a fine stepmother? With that, she strode out of the room.

Jason braced himself against the bed frame, attempting to rise, but the movement aggravated his chest wound, sending a sharp pain through him and forcing him back down. He wondered, ‘It seemed that Sophia firmly believed in her son’s death. Did she truly have no doubts that Timothy was her child?

Sophia naturally had doubts. She was too angry in the ward just now to think clearly. Once she stepped outside into the cold wind, her mind cleared

Oliver mentioned that he didn’t see her son’s remains in the ruins back then. So they speculated that the child was taken away by those men in black. Sophia pondered, ‘Is there a possibility that those men in black sell the child to Ada? Or perhaps those people were sent by Ada to steal my son? If that’s the case, am I his biological mother?‘

there to meet her, causing her to stagger

eager to confirm her suspicions. She grabbed Oliver’s wrist abruptly and asked, “Did you find out the identity of those men in black

frowned and replied honestly, “Not yet, but don’t worry, I’ll increase manpower to continue the

asking, “What’s wrong?” His gaze swept over her, keenly noticing the spattered bloodstains on her hands, “Are you bleeding? Where

blood on the back of her right hand and fingers, stark against her skin.

did he suddenly decide to marry Ada? Could he have some leverage in the hands of her? And what about Timothy? Why hasn’t there been

herself. Suppressing her chaotic thoughts,

words he was about to say. Sophia was unsettled now, and continuing

Jason held a laptop at the head of the bed. On the screen, a surveillance video from the hospital’s underground parking garage showed Oliver

pool of fresh blood to seep from his chest. The meandering blood pooled more and more, quickly