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?‘

who was there to meet her, causing her to stagger

abruptly and asked, “Did you find out the identity of those

Oliver frowned and replied honestly, “Not yet, but don’t worry, I’ll increase

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

fingers, stark against her skin. “I’m fine. The blood is from Jason.

fell into uncertainty once again. “Why did he suddenly decide to marry Ada? Could he have some leverage in the

Sophia took several deep breaths to calm herself. Suppressing her chaotic thoughts, she smiled and said, Tm hungry. Let’s go eat

was unsettled now, and continuing the conversation

the screen, a surveillance video from the hospital’s underground parking garage showed Oliver and

to seep from his chest. The meandering blood pooled more and more,