Second Chance At Love

Chapter 66

A furrow dug into Jason’s brow. Had she truly spent the entire afternoon kneeling in the yard? This sudden, unquestioning obedience was a new development in his wife. He’d commanded her before to stay by his side, but those orders had fallen on deaf ears. Same with Oliver, that bastard–his warnings to stay away had been ignored. Even Ada and her baby were off–limits according to him, yet she had tried to kill them in broad daylight. Now, a casual instruction to kneel, and there she was, like a supplicant. It was unsettling.

“Jason, my stomach hurts,” Ada’s weak voice whined from inside ti

the car, snapping him out of his internal rant

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then scooped Ada up and carried her into the house. As he passed Sophia, a near–lifeless figure in the snow, Ada couldn’t help but smirk. I will turn your life into a living hell, Sophia.”

Jason paused, his frown deepening at Sophia’s pale, almost translucent face. “Stop playing dead. Get up and get a room ready for Ada. She’s staying awhile.”

No response. Her eyelids remained shut, frost clinging to her skin. She looked like a frozen corpse. He tapped her with his foot, and her whole body flopped to the ground. His expression changed in an instant. He dumped Ada on Aaron and rushed to Sophia’s side. Her exposed skin was ice–cold. “Call the mansion, get a female doctor over here, now.”

He scooped her up and carried her inside. Ada, leaning on Aaron, called after him, but all she got was Jason’s retreating back. Her fists clenched, anger contorting her face. ‘Seriously? He’s freaking out over that trash? Time to up my game and ditch this pest. Jason sees through this, I’m toast. Her gaze fell to her flat stomach, filled with hate. Still no miscarriage. If things go as planned today, I

can finally seek Benjamin and Camila’s help to hold Sophia accountable. Even if I can’t send Sophia to jail, I can still kick her out of the Wilson family. But this fetus clings to life with an annoying tenacity”

“Miss Ada, Mr. Wilson’s busy with his wife. Maybe you shouldn’t stay. Should I take you back to the hospital?” Aaron’s voice broke the silence.

Without a beat, she slapped him hard across the face.

are you, a servant, to tell me what to do now? Carry me to the living room.”

A numb ache throbbed in Aaron’s check as he gritted his teeth. Swallowing his anger, he scooped her up and trudged towards the living room. “Mr. Wilson must be oblivious, he thought, bitterness lacing his mind. To choose a viper he coddles over a loyal wife. But one day, he’ll reap what he sows.”

Upstairs, in the master bedroom, Sophia lay motionless on the bed. The warmth slowly chased away the cold in her body, but the real chill had crept deeper, draining her life force, a damage no medicine could repair.

Hannah peeked at the closed door, whispering, “Madam, your body can’t take much more. The pregnancy medication helps, but there are still signs of miscarriage. Why not tell Mr. Wilson? I can’t say a thing, but you can. He’d believe you.” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sophia stared at the chandelier, pupils wide and dark. Slowly, she turned her head, eyes focusing on Hannah. “Where’d Jason go?” Her voice, dry and raspy, held no trace of sorrow or pain. Kneeling in the snow had sucked all the emotion out of her, leaving an empty shell.

Hannah hesitated. “Eve just came by, said…

“Ada’s stomach hurts, he needs to go be with her,” Sophia finished the sentence. “See? He’s always there for his first love. Telling him about the baby now would just be… humiliating”

“But with the pregnancy.” Hannah started, but the door swung open and Jason walked in.

“Pregnancy? Who’s pregnant?”

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