Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 573

Sophia closed her eyes briefly, steadying her scattered thoughts, then walked to the bedside.

She slowly placed her fingers on the child’s pulse and felt the weak beating. Her heart tightened in pain.

Sweety was already pitiful enough. He could not feel the voice of this world since he was born, let alone express her emotions.

Little did she expect that this child would evoke more sympathy than her. Not only had he suffered greatly in the womb, but after being born, he had also endured numerous hardships.

He was hated by Ada and exiled by his father. He had not felt any love for years.

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Every time she thought of his careful demeanor in front of her and his pleading words of “Don’t abandon me,” she wanted to slap herself in regret.

Why did she so arbitranly think that he had died young back then?

If not for that misconception, he would not have been abandoned on the farm and ended up in Ada’s hands

If this child had stayed by her side from the very beginning, with her medical skills, she would have long nursed his body back to health. How did things come to this!

As he had already missed the best treatment period, coupled with the fact that Ada had injected him with a drug that destroyed his bodily functions, Sophia was helpless now

you contact your master? The old man likes to study this kind of

her ears, pulling Sophia out

reached out to lift the child’s body and gently held

still breathing, she would not

past few years, she had overcome so many obstacles and developed several special medicines, saving countless

that she could not protect

ask him to come over for a consultation.

unstable, and Timothy was weak. She had to do everything for

haggardness on her face, it could be seen that she had not slept for the past

did not let Sophia down and handed the two children

massaged the space between her eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice, “No need to say things like that. It’s good that you’re back. The pressure

the added as she walked, “I’m going to get some rest. I haven’t slept for a few days. If there’s anything, we can talk tomorrow”

watched as she left the word. Then, she shifted her

little thing’s face shape looked like Jason’s, but

of his sister. Sweety’s face shape was like hers,

hated the scumbag very much, his genes were of high quality. The children they gave

stroked her son’s sickly pale face with her fingertips, her gaze gradually

baby she had diligently nurtured for eight months, no matter whose blood flowed

successfully go