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

your master? The old man likes to study this kind of complicated illness. He might have a way

in her ears, pulling Sophia out of

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

he was still breathing, she would

past few years, she had overcome so many obstacles and developed

did not believe that she could not

and ask him to come over for a consultation. Amanda, you’ve been through a lot during this

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

could be seen that she

down and handed the

say things like that. It’s good that you’re back. The

going to get some rest. I

she left the word. Then, she shifted her gaze

like Jason’s, but his eyes and eyebrows looked like

Sweety’s face shape was like hers, and

were of high quality.

with her fingertips, her gaze

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

had successfully go