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.

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

had a son, Hiram, and our first child was gone before it was even born. There was nothing left to fight over.

being suffocated and my eyes

want to rehash the painful memories. Shared pain could bind people together, in a way that was difficult to untangle.

too painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my words,

air, painting a picture of warmth and love. In a sudden impulse,

instantly, his eyes shining with

of it

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 as

resembled

pain in my heart. I quickly sent the picture to Neil and closed my

I took Serena

with longing and sorrow. I had

me back then. If he didn’t, then why was

a man who doesn’t love a woman wouldn’t love their child

like overgrown weeds,

at me. His eyes were bloodshot.

last time,” he said, his voice

knew Neil had his doubts, but he didn’t want to resort to a DNA test. If the results weren’t what he

chorus, breaking

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each other, our eyes filled

what felt like an eternity, I finally spoke. My voice was not my own, yet it was firm and resolute. “Serena and Brandon are mine and Russel’s children. Neil, I’m sorry, but my heart

Neil’s