Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 447

“I’m off to cook, Russel finally said, his gaze dropping as he headed towards the kitchen.

A pang of sympathy hit me, coupled with a sense of guilt.

Neil, however, seemed oblivious to the emotional undercurrents between Russel and myself. He was absorbed in studying Serena’s face, his eyes filled with a profound sadness.

He looked up at me, his eyes mirroring his sorrow. “Do you think our daughter would have looked like her if she hadn’t passed away?”

I had never told Neil the gender of our first child, yet his question caught me off guard.

A sharp pain pierced my heart at the mention of our lost child.

“How did you know it was a girl?” I asked, my voice laced with bitterness.

“I looked into your medical records before,” Neil said, his gaze unwavering.

“I need a favor.”

“Which is?” I asked, surprised at his confession.

For a moment, Neil hesitated, his usually decisive demeanor faltering. The gravity of the situation was evident.

I couldn’t fathom what I could possibly do for him, apart from a DNA test with Serena, which I had no intention of agreeing to.

“Although I checked your medical records, the only copy of the ultrasound for our baby is with you. Do you still have it?” Neil finally asked, catching me off guard. I froze.

The ultrasound image was the only picture I had of our child. I had kept it safe, never losing it.

his voice. This was uncharacteristic of him; a

son, Hiram, and our first child was gone before it was even born. There was nothing

heart felt like it was being suffocated and my eyes began to well

was just an ultrasound; it wouldn’t hurt to let Neil see it. But I didn’t want to rehash the painful memories. Shared pain could bind people together, in a way that was difficult to

painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my words, his lips curving into a forced smile. He didn’t say anything, but went back to looking

a magic seemed to fill the air, painting a picture of warmth and love. In a sudden impulse, I blurted out, “I took

replied instantly, his eyes

picture of

fetched my phone, flipping through my mobile album. I had taken a picture of the ultrasound image during the scan. Although it wasn’t as clear

resembled Neil, or more accurately, resembled Brandon now, especially the nose and lips.

the pain in my heart. I quickly sent the

While I

seemed lost in the picture, his eyes filled with longing

Neil loved me back then. If he didn’t,

a saying that a man who doesn’t love a woman wouldn’t love

mind like overgrown weeds, refusing to be

me.

said, his voice filled with pain.

he didn’t want to resort to a DNA test. If the results weren’t what he hoped

breaking

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at each other, our eyes filled

was firm and resolute. “Serena and Brandon are mine and Russel’s children.

Neil’s