Second Chance At Love

Chapter 9

On the way to the hospital, Ada silently inflicted blows upon her abdomen, hoping to worsen her condition. She desired a thorough miscarriage to rid herself of the unborn child swiftly.

In doing so, not only would she resolve a significant dilemma, but she could also shift blame onto Sophia for the miscarriage, garnering sympathy from Jason. It was a perfect plan designed to achieve multiple objectives with one stroke. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Yet, despite Ada’s efforts, the unborn baby remained resilient against the harm inflicted upon it. “What stubbornness,” she murmured, her tone tinged with frustration. “I suppose there are other ways to exploit its existence then.”

A flash of malice flickered in Ada’s eyes, swiftly concealed as she heard footsteps approaching. When Jason entered the ward, she effortlessly reverted to her usual gentle demeanor.

“Jason, I still feel so unwell. Could you stay with me tonight?” she pleaded, feigning distress in her tone.

Jason approached Ada’s bedside, his gaze cold and indifferent as he surveyed her, unmoved by her plea.

“I warned you to keep your pregnancy a secret,” Joshua interjected sternly, his voice reproachful. “Who said you could bring her to the villa without my consent?”

Ada’s pitiful expression gradually faded, replaced by a gaze filled with tears. “Jason,” she began softly, her voice trembling with emotion. “Be

honest with me. Do you not want this child?”

Jason’s facial features instantly stiffened, his jaw tightening as he absorbed Ada’s words.

Ada suddenly sat upright, a stark contrast to her previously relaxed demeanor. Her voice trembling with emotion as she said through tears, “I knew it! You’ve never intended for me to keep the child. You think I’m shameless and unworthy of being a mother, don’t you?”

As she spoke, Ada’s hand instinctively moved to cover her chest. “If I had known this would be the outcome, I would rather have faced death under that knife five years ago. At least then, I could still have a place in your heart.”

Jason rubbed his throbbing temples, and his voice strained as he tried to reassure Ada. “This child is our responsibility. I will let you have the child, so don’t think too much,”

Ada choked back her tears and clung tightly to Jason, her heart yearning for reassurance. “Jason, do you still love me? I know you’ve always

loved me.”

‘Love?‘ Jason questioned himself, his mind swirling with uncertainty. Emotions were not his forte, and the concept of love remained elusive to him. His actions toward Ada had always been driven by a deep sense of indebtedness, rooted in her past act of saving him rather than

romantic affection.

“It’s late. Have some rest,” Jason said, his tone brusque as he struggled to articulate his feelings.

Ada felt disappointed when she didn’t receive a direct answer from Jason, but she was relieved she had successfully made it through the night without any complications.

“Could you stay with me tonight?” Ada’s voice was soft and hopeful.

“Okay,” Jason responded succinctly, silently acknowledging her request.

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Meanwhile, in another prestigious ward of the hospital, two female doctors meticulously examined Sophia, who lay weakly on the bed, her condition fragile.

A tell, tean figure reclined casually on a nearby sofa, flipping through a medical report with keen interest. “Pregnant for over a month, risk of heart failure,” the man read aloud, his tone tinged with amusement. “And, also betrayed by her husband. It seems like Jason’s wife is having quite a miserable time.”

Sophia propped herself up on her elbow, her gaze wary as she observed the man on the sofa.

The man was Oliver Clark, a formidable business magnate much like Jason, who also happened to share a rivalry with the latter.

Had Sophia known it was Oliver she encountered before slipping into unconsciousness, she would have summoned every ounce of her strength to stay awake. “Ah, the illustrious Mr. Clark,” she remarked dryly. “Isn’t it beneath your stature to pry into others‘ privacy?”

Oliver smirked as he rose from the sofa, his presence casting a shadow over Sophia as he approached her. “I find Jason’s scandals rather entertaining.” He admitted unabashedly. “A bit of tarnish on my reputation wouldn’t hurt if it means I could uncover more of them.”

Sophia instinctively leaned back, maintaining a careful distance from him. “May I ask, Mr. Clark, what brings you here?” she inquired, her voice cold yet composed.

Oliver glanced at the slap mark on her pale cheek and smirked knowingly. “Did Jason do that to you?” he inquired, gesturing toward her face. “Men who lay hands on women are truly despicable. Miss Taylor, would you like my help in seeking revenge?”