Second Chance At Love

Chapter 13

Despite her feelings of resignation toward death after enduring hurt and disappointment, Sophia’s maternal instincts stirred within her at the thought of the innocent life growing inside her. While she had contemplated death as a potential solution, she couldn’t ignore the tiny spark of hope for the unborn baby’s survival.

Sophia remained resolute in her decision to keep the baby, regardless of the circumstances. As she contemplated the possibility of her unborn child being a reincarnation of her deceased daughter, she couldn’t fathom the idea of terminating its life once again. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“You don’t have a say in this.” Jason’s voice was cold and relentless over the phone. “You have half an hour. If you don’t come to the hospital, don’t blame me for bringing the doctors to draw blood from you forcibly.” With that, he hung up, leaving Sophia stunned and overwhelmed by a surge of pain.

Clutching her chest, Sophia felt as if her heart was being squeezed. Her phone slipped from her trembling fingers, landing on the floor with a loud thud. It felt like it had landed on her heart, exacerbating the sense of suffocation engulfing her.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, she instinctively cradled her belly, finding solace in the connection to her child amid the turmoil of despair and agony.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Sophia heard a commotion outside. She thought Jason had arrived with the doctors to take blood from her, so she struggled to climb out of bed. “Everything will be fine. Sophia, don’t cry,” she tried calming herself.

The door creaked open,

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Sophia’s surprise, it wasn’t Jason who entered the room. It was her mother, Claire Taylor.

Startled by her mother’s sudden appearance, Sophia blurted out, “Mom, what are you doing here?”

Claire’s expression hardened into a sneer as she confronted her daughter, paying no heed to Sophia’s pallor. “I heard you attacked Ada last night, nearly killing her. Sophia, have you lost your mind? You know how much Jason cares for her. How could you dare to harm her?”

Hope faded from Sophia’s eyes as the urge to seek solace in her mother’s embrace evaporated. She had momentarily forgotten her mother’s harsh and materialistic nature.

“This is between me and Ada. Please stay out of it, Sophia asserted firmly.

Claire glared at Sophia as she seized her arm and forcefully pulled her toward the door. “I heard about Ada needing a blood transfusion. You refused, and now Jason is furious. You will apologize and do as he says…”

But Sophia interrupted, wrenching her arm free and stepping back, her voice charged with emotion. “Why should I donate blood to her? She intruded into my marriage with Jason and got pregnant. She should be the one repenting, not me!”

Claire’s suppressed anger erupted at Sophia’s words. “You’re being foolishi Ada is now Jason’s pet. If you don’t comply, what will become of you? And if it weren’t for your infertility over the past four years, would Ada have had the chance to cozy up to your husband so easily? Jason is threatening to cut off support for your father and brother if you don’t donate blood.”

“Not this again!‘ Sophia thought, shutting her eyes and trembling slightly. ‘Do they want me dead?‘

“Mom, I’ve been very unwell lately. Donating blood might kill me. I’m dying!” Sophia screamed out loud, her voice filled with desperation, on the verge of collapse.

Witnessing Sophia’s desperation, Claire hesitated to apply further pressure and opted for a gentler approach. She lowered herself to her knees in front of Sophia. “Sophia, please, I beg you. We cannot afford the consequences of angering Jason.”

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Sophia’s legs gave out, causing her to collapse to the floor. A bitter smile formed when she realized nobody would concern themselves with her fate. Even if she claimed her death was imminent, nobody would believe her.

When Sophia arrived at the hospital, she learned Jason had rushed to the office to address urgent matters.

Feeling a wave or relief wash over her, Sophia acknowledged that avoiding Jason was probably for the best. The mere sight of the face she had secretly admired for eight years caused her body to ache so intensely that she felt suffocated. If given the choice, she would never want to lay eyes on him again for the rest of her life.

The doctor had drawn more than a pint of blood from Sophia, an ordeal akin to traversing the gates of hell for her already severely weakened body. Despite several attempts to rise from her seat by bracing herself against the table, she succumbed to intense dizziness each time.

As footsteps echoed in the room, Sophia struggled to lift her head, only to find Ada, dressed in hospital attire, emerging from behind, clutching the bottle of blood.

Sophia’s gaze turned icy as she watched Ada casually approach a potted plant, leisurely unscrewing the bottle cap.