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 man of his stature, even in his love for his child, would never

gone before it was even

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

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

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

glances, a magic seemed to fill the air, painting a picture of warmth and love. In a sudden impulse, I

Neil replied instantly, his eyes shining

of it

nodded and 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 as the original, one could

baby resembled Neil, or more accurately, resembled Brandon now, especially the nose

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

his phone to check the picture. While I took Serena from him,

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

If he didn’t, then

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

filled my mind like overgrown weeds, refusing to be

looked up at me. His eyes were

one last time,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “Are

to a DNA test. If the results weren’t

evening chorus, breaking the

3 Z Z Z Z

our eyes filled with unspoken

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

Neil’s