Chapter 513
“Then your son with Sophia won’t survive either. The implications of this statement made Sophia tremble violently. Could it be that her previous suspicions were correct? Were those men in black five years ago sent by that vicious woman, Ada, to steal her son? Yes, that must be it. Ada’s pregnancy back then wasn’t with the Wilson family; Ada would have had to try to maintain her facade with the Wilson family with someone else’s baby. So, Sophia’s guess was correct–Timothy was indeed her biological son?
She staggered back a few steps and only managed to steady her trembling body when her back hit the wall. Her usually cold eyes were now a swirl of excitement, joy, lingering fear, and tenderness, eventually blending into an overwhelming sense of heartache.
From what she knew, Timothy had been abandoned at the Wilson Mansion for five years, during which Jason had completely ignored him. It meant that Timothy had never experienced parental love and had lived a lonely, desolate life in that cold mansion. She couldn’t help but recall the scene where the child pleaded with her, “Please don’t abandon me, with such caution and fear.
Only a child who had been highly deprived of love would have been so anxious and cling to any kindness shown to them. She had merely given him a few therapies to alleviate his pain, yet he had trusted and depended on her so much. And what had Sophia done in return? She had mistakenly thought he was Ada’s son and even harbored thoughts of killing him, never once showing him any kindness. Fortunately, he hadn’t known at the time that she was his biological mother. Otherwise, how heartbroken would he have been!
Claire had coldly treated and despised her in the past, profoundly understanding the pain of not being loved by her family. By a twist of fate, her child had almost endured the same suffering Sophia had experienced. How could she have been so foolish? A saying indicated a special bond between mother and child; her son was right before her, yet she hadn’t recognized him.
Jason, you wouldn’t want to see your son in pieces, would you?” Ada’s venomous voice came through the carpiece again, snapping Sophia out of her daze. She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.
From what Ada said, it seemed she had taken Timothy hostage to force Jason into marrying her. Whoever Jason married was none of Sophia’s concem. Out of spite, she even hoped he would marry the malicious Ada so they could torment each other and never find peace. But her son–no one was going to meddle with Timothy!
In the ward, Jason stood expressionless at the foot of the bed, watching Ada smirk triumphantly. He had already planned how to torment Ada, and from now on, he just needed to play along with her, gradually advancing his strategy. However, doing so would likely deepen the misunderstanding between him and Sophia. But he couldn’t afford to worry about that now. The urgent priority was to keep Ada in check and prevent her from harming the child.
Ada felt uneasy under Jason’s penetrating gaze. She turned slightly and delicately said, “Jason, have you considered this? Timothy is critically ill and can’t withstand any further turmoil. A few days ago, Sophia made it clear that even if he were to die in front of her, she wouldn’t lift a finger to save him. But if he does die, she’ll have to endure the pain of losing a child again. Just thinking about it hurts. You’re a man; you can bear it better, but she’s different. She might even go mad.”
Jason gritted his teeth, his forehead veins pulsing with anger as he coldly questioned, “When you came that day to invite Sophia to treat Timothy but deliberately provoked her instead, was your intention to end Timothy’s life!”
Ada shrugged indifferently, her smirk widening. “I wanted to force her to watch him die without helping and then see her in unbearable pain after that brat is gone.
Jason suddenly grabbed the water cup from the table and viciously hurled it at Ada’s face..