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.

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

and our first child was gone before it was even born. There

felt like it was being suffocated and my eyes began to

an ultrasound; it wouldn’t hurt to let Neil see it. But I didn’t want to rehash the painful memories. Shared

I shook my head and gave him a small smile. “I don’t have it anymore. I threw it away because it was too painful to keep.” Neil’s face fell at my words, his lips

air, painting a picture of warmth and love. In a sudden impulse, I blurted out, “I took a on my phone. Do you want to see

Neil replied instantly, his eyes shining

picture of it

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 still make out the

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

pain in my heart. I quickly sent the

the picture. While I took Serena from

longing and sorrow. I

then. If he didn’t, then

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

my mind like overgrown weeds, refusing to

at me. His eyes were bloodshot.

his voice filled with pain. “Are Serena and

to resort to a DNA test. If the results weren’t what

their evening chorus, breaking

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at each other, our eyes filled with unspoken pain.

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 changed back then. If you don’t believe me, you can

Neil’s