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.

him; a man of his stature, even in his love for his child, would

gone before it was even born. There was

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

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 untangle.

was too painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my words, his lips curving into a forced

they exchanged glances, a magic seemed to fill the air, painting a picture of warmth and love. In a sudden impulse, I blurted out, “I took a on my phone. Do

replied instantly, his eyes

of it

ultrasound image

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

the picture stirred up the pain in my heart. I quickly sent the picture to Neil

phone to check the picture. While I

the picture, his eyes filled with longing and sorrow. I had never seen him

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

man who doesn’t love

filled my mind like overgrown weeds, refusing

up at me.

need to ask you one last time,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “Are

his doubts, but he didn’t want to resort to a DNA test. If the results weren’t what he hoped for, he’d become the laughing stock. His pride wouldn’t allow him to

cicadas began their evening chorus, breaking the heavy silence

Z Z Z Z F

looked at each other, our

and Brandon are

Neil’s