Second Chance At Love

Chapter 11

Sophia’s request for him to give up on Ada’s baby was simply a tactic to coerce him into agreeing to the divorce. She understood that Ada and the unborn baby held immense value, making him unlikely to comply.

As Jason’s complexion paled in response to her proposal, Sophia’s instinct instantly confirmed her beliefs.

Memories of the brutal slap from last night flooded her mind, prompting her to distance herself from him instinctively. “Why? Planning to slap me again?” Sophia retorted.

A weight settled in Jason’s chest as he watched Sophia pull away from him. He closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the emotions raging within him, before addressing her in a softened tone, “She sustained severe heart damage while saving me and has remained fragile since then. The doctor warned that a miscarriage could irreversibly harm her. Do you wish to kill her, Sophia?”

“I assure you, once the child is born, we will raise it as our own. This way, you won’t have to risk your life with IVF,” Jason added.

Upon hearing his words, Sophia felt a surge of conflicting emotions. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his proposal, yet her heart ached with a profound sadness. Despite having already guessed his intentions, hearing them articulated by him felt surreal and heart–wrenching.

“I think it’s better for Ada to just replace me so the child can be out in the public openly in the future, Sophia said.

Jason’s expression hardened, a coldness settling over his features. “Let me be clear,” he started. “I will not agree to this divorce. The Wilson Group is in the midst of finalizing a major international

project. If news of our divorce were to surface, the repercussions would be catastrophic.”

“Oh, so that’s the rationale behind his objection?” Sophia thought, skepticism creeping in. “No, it can’t be that simple. If Ada were to step into my role now, the public would undoubtedly condemn her for shamelessly breaking up someone else’s marriage. He just wants to preserve the facade of our marriage to protect his reputation and his past flame.”

With that realization sinking in, Sophia slowly began to retreat from him. “Then let’s proceed with the legal proceedings,” she stated firmly.

Growing impatient, Jason seized Sophia’s wrist abruptly, his grip tight and unforgiving. “How long do you think your father can survive without my assistance?” he uttered, a sharp edge to his voice.

Sophia’s eyes widened in disbelief as fear coursed through her veins. “Y–You’re threatening to cut off my father’s medication?” she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

With a sudden, forceful motion, Jason threw her onto the sofa, looming over her with an intimidating presence. “It’s not just about your father’s medical expenses,” he retorted coldly. “Your brother owes billions in gambling debts. If it weren’t for my help, do you think they would still be alive today?”

Sophia huddled on the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, seeking solace from the pain that gripped her chest. “We can handle the proceedings privately,” she offered weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Ignoring her, Jason took out his phone and dialed his assistant’s number. “Notify the Rodham Nightclub,” he instructed, his tone unwavering “They have free rein to collect Lucas Taylor’s debts by any means, even killing…

Before he could complete his directive, Sophia‘ snatched the phone from his grasp, her desperation driving her to take action.

Confronted with Jason’s menacing tactic of using her family’s safety as leverage, Sophia felt compelled to yield. “I won’t bring up divorce again, just promise not to hurt my family.”

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As Jason observed the shattered look in her eyes, his heart sank. He grew concerned at the sight of her pale and fragile appearance. “Are you alright? You…” he asked, his tone soft.

Before he could complete his question, Sophia defiantly tossed his phone onto the table and strode toward the staircase.

As Jason watched her diminishing figure ascend the stairs, he was gripped by an unsettling feeling that she could slip away from him at any

moment.

In the dimming evening light, Sophia stirred from her nap. As she sat up, a soft knock echoed through the room. “Come in,” she called out, her voice still laced with drowsiness.

The door creaked open, and her maid stood at the door respectfully. “Madam, Mrs. Alison Wilson is here. She’s been waiting downstairs for over half an hour,” she informed.

Sophia hurriedly swung her legs off the bed, questioning, “Why didn’t you come up earlier to inform me?” Her haste caused her to stumble slightly, but she managed to regain her balance by grasping onto a nearby shelf.

“I instructed them not to disturb your rest,” came the aged voice from the doorway. “Sophia, are you feeling alright? You look rather pale.” Sophia made her way over to Alison, her movements unsteady. She gently smiled and reassured Alison, “I’m alright, Grandma. Please don’t worry.”

Alison scrutinized her with a critical eye, her tone gruff. “Considering recent events, it’s hard to believe you’re truly alright.”

Sophia remained silent, guiding Alison to a nearby seat before broaching a question that had lingered in her mind for years. “Grandma, why did you insist on Jason marrying me all those years ago? There must have been a reason, right?”