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

old man likes to study this kind of complicated

voice rang in her ears, pulling

child’s body

breathing, she would not give

overcome so many obstacles

she could

over for a consultation. Amanda, you’ve been through a lot during this

was weak. She

on her face, it could be seen that she

did not let Sophia down and handed the two children over to

said in a hoarse voice, “No need to say things like that. It’s good that you’re back. The pressure on me has

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

left the word. Then, she shifted her gaze back to

little thing’s face shape looked like Jason’s, but his eyes and eyebrows

shape was like hers,

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

her son’s sickly pale face with her fingertips,

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

successfully