Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 515

The staff looked somewhat hesitant and instinctively glanced at Aaron. Aaron glanced at Jason, leaning against the head of the bed, noticing his eyelashes twitch slightly. Quickly. Aaron spoke up, “Give it to her.”

The staff hurriedly handed Jason’s birth certificate to Ada. She took it and began verifying the essential information. She was also worried that Jason might try to deceive her by bringing someone with the same identity to marry her instead. She had been smart all her life; how could she allow herself to be tricked now? If Jason dared to deceive her, she would immediately end Timothy’s life. They would both be doomed!

Ada quickly scanned the information in the document, and the address and date of birth matched. However, she wasn’t entirely sure about the last four digits of the eleven–digit identification number.

Jason’s identification number had always been kept confidential. She only glimpsed it once and vaguely remembered it ending in “4682. That fleeting glance hadn’t been apparent. She wondered, “It should be 4082, right? And the birth certificate also listed 4682. There shouldn’t be any

mistake.”

the City Hall official quickly urged, “Miss Ada, oh no, I mean Mrs. Wilson, we have

to the staff, she

“Alright.”

bed, pretending to rest with closed eyes, couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. He had always known Ada misremembered his identification number, so he confidently allowed Eric to proceed with the switcheroo plan. Misreading 4662 as 4652 would lead to her downfall, which would be gruesome. He had prepared a special gift for her, and he was eagerly anticipating it. It would indeed be unforgettable

Brison Hospital. When she saw the disheveled man lying on the bed like a puddle of mud, she rushed to his side and burst into tears. “Lucas, what happened to you! Why

due to years of living recklessly and indulging in vices, he shouldn’t have, he appeared disheveled and worn out. Despite being just in his thirties, his weathered appearance made him

their fifties or

and instinctively looked down. When she saw the bones protruding from his wrist, she screamed, “L–Lucas, how did you become like this?”

pupils gradually regained clarity, and his features contorted with agony. He cast a hateful and vicious glare at Claire, his lips moving as he spat our harsh and obscure words: “They said you ordered to cripple me to protect that woman’s child. You’re such

“No, that’s not how it happened. I sent Sophia to Jason’s