Second Chance At Love

Chapter 354

It was a recording pen.

This was not the first time Jason had seen this thing.

He still remembered that day in this room when Sophia stabbed Ada with a knife and he bumped into her.

At that time, he mistakenly thought that Sophia could not tolerate the fetus in Ada’s stomach, so she attacked her.

After giving her a hard time, he left her alone in the suite.

Later on, he couldn’t control his heart and came to look for her eagerly. He happened to see her sitting by the bed in a daze with this recording pen in her hand.

At that time, he wanted to take a look, but he was distracted by her words and forgot about it.

Now that he saw it again, he had a vague guess.

He thought, ‘Could that woman have recorded some important conversation?‘

If that was really the case, then other than slapping himself in the face, there was only regret.

He had missed the diary and now he had missed the recording pen. He felt that Sophia and him were really not fated.

If he had discovered it in advance, he would not have been kept in the dark for so long.

After sitting on the floor, he turned on the recorder with trembling hands.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he heard the contents of the conversation.

It turned out that she had attacked Ada time and time again because Ada kept telling her about the embryo that had died tragically on the operating table.

The thing that could make a woman break down in an instant was undoubtedly her child.

Ada had provoked her so much. There was no way Sophia could bear it.

Therefore, Jason had seen her attack Ada time and time again with his own eyes.

He could not imagine how desperate she was when she was wronged.

He felt that this was probably the reason why Sophia was so determined to die.

He hurt her again and again, and let her down again and again. In the end, she was completely disappointed in him. She would rather keep it in her heart than tell him.

Jason only had himself to blame.

Perhaps God really didn’t intend to give them a way out. Otherwise, he felt that he would have discovered this recording pen and the diary long ago since he spent so much time in this room. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

The truth was clearly right under his nose, but he had forcefully missed it.

And the price of this missed opportunity was a painful price that could never be redeemed in a lifetime.

He slowly took out the notebook from his pocket and opened it with trembling hands.

Until now, he hadn’t found the courage to read the last entry.

He was afraid that she would write things like [I don’t love you anymore. Let’s not meet again in the next life. I hate you.]

He was even more afraid that she would beg him not to pester her underground and beg him to let her go.

Of course, what he was most afraid of was that after reading this last diary entry, there would be nothing left to look forward to for the rest of his

life.

Leaving behind this article left a suspense. He could fantasize about the content every day.

This was the only way to support him through the long torture.

He was not afraid of pain or suffering. He was only afraid that life was like a pool of stagnant water that could not stir up any waves.

As time passed, her traces would slowly dissipate in the river of time, never to be found again.

11:56 AM

After a long silence, he flipped to the last page.

This was because he knew very well that even without this last diary as suspense, he would never forget that woman for the rest of his life.

On the contrary, he would think of her all the time and recall her in his bone–chilling loneliness until the end of his life.

In the end, there was not much content in this diary. It only took half a page, but it was the most important thing in the entire book.

Because three names appeared on it, they were Alisha Wilson, Stanley Wilson, and Sienna Wilson.

She said they were the names for the three children and asked him to erect a monument and carve them on it to prove that they had been in this world.

His fingers gently brushed across these names, and a wave of blood surged into his throat.