Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 517

Sophia was standing by the window, gazing at the vibrant night cityscape. Upon hearing the elderly voice, she swiftly turned towards the door. There stood an elderly lady in her eighties, her familiar stooped figure and gentle face instantly tugging at the softest strings in Sophia’s heart.

It was a forced choice back then, having to fake death and leave the country. Five whole years have passed since. The person she missed the most during these years was Luna, who West took away. Also, there was Alison, who Sophia implicated in lying on her deathbed due to Arla’s schemes.

It was said that shortly after Sophia’s death, Alison woke up from her coma. Upon learning of her passing, she was deeply saddened. In her grief, she went abroad to recuperate in peace and did not return for several years.

A few years ago, Sophia had intended to visit her in Dreyria to see her and help with her health. However, she feared Alison might sympathize with her grandson and inform Jason that she was still alive. After weighing her options several times, she ultimately chose to remain silent.

Looking at Alison’s head full of gray hair and her weathered, weary face, Sophia knew these years must have been tough for her. Perhaps it was the grief over Sophia’s death, or perhaps the son’s divorce, along with Jason barely hanging on, that caused their family to fall apart. In any case, this kind–hearted woman spent her later years in great hardship.

why are you standing there like

radiating a serene and gentle smile, and her eyes gradually moistened. Over the years, amidst the changes and challenges of life, she could ignore any acquaintance in the city. But she couldn’t be indifferent to Alison, who had endured so much pain

was heartfelt and justified. However, due to her insufficient fate with Jason,

her to marry into the Wilson family. Under her loving gaze, Sophia walked step by step towards the door. As she approached, she

knees.

to grab hold of her hands. However, she couldn’t hold

of a fall at her age. Quickly adjusting her posture, Sophia stepped back several

you hurt anywhere!”

her physical condition, extending her thin, bony right hand to touch Sophia’s face gently. “Being alive is what matters. Being alive allows me to

these years, I should not

and waved her hand, saying, “You hid it well. Otherwise, I would have told that scoundrel at home your news. He’s done so many wrongs, betrayed your deep love for him. He deserves to be trapped in the torment of losing the one he loved, living a life worse than death.”