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

gone before it was even born. There was nothing left to fight

suffocated and my

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

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

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

instantly, his eyes shining with excitement.

picture of it

ultrasound image during the scan. Although it wasn’t as clear as the original, one could still make out the

resembled Brandon now, especially the nose and lips.

I quickly sent the picture to Neil

picture. While I took Serena from

filled with longing and sorrow. I had

loved me back then. If he didn’t,

doesn’t love

filled my mind like overgrown weeds,

me. His eyes were

to ask you one last time,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “Are Serena and Brandon my children?”

had 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 take the

evening chorus, breaking the heavy

Z Z Z

looked at each other, 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 heart changed back

Neil’s