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.

I see it?” Neil asked with a hint of pleading in his voice. This was uncharacteristic of him; a man of his stature, even in

before it was even born. There was

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

I didn’t want to rehash the painful memories. Shared pain could bind people together, in a way that was difficult

away because it was too painful to

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

instantly, his

of it

the ultrasound image during the scan.

or more accurately, resembled Brandon now,

up the pain in my heart. I quickly sent

check the picture. While I took Serena from him,

longing and sorrow. I had never seen him like this

back then. If

man who doesn’t love

my mind like overgrown weeds, refusing

up at me. His eyes were

he said, his voice filled

to a DNA test. If the results

chorus, breaking the heavy

3 Z Z Z Z F

at each other, our eyes

finally spoke. My voice was not my own, yet it was firm and resolute. “Serena and Brandon are mine and Russel’s

Neil’s