Chapter 487 Oliver suddenly tightened his arms around Sophia, holding her firmly. Five years ago, he didnât fully understand his feelings. He thought he merely liked her but hadnât developed a love for her. However, after five years of thinking about her constantly, he realized where his heart truly lay.
At first, Oliver admitted that he approached Sophia with a purpose, trying to use her to strike at Jason. But as he got to know her, he was drawn to her resilience and strength. His initial use of her turned into protection. From the moment he decided to help her find a donor, he had already integrated her into his life. He was just too slow to realize his feelings, and it wasnât until after she was gone that he understood he had fallen in love with her. But by then she was gone, and those unspoken words of love were buried deep in the dark, untouched.
A few days ago. Oliver was overjoyed to learn Sophia was still alive. His heart, dormant for years, seemed to start beating again.
He made up his mind, I wonât miss my chance to be with Sophia this time. I donât care if sheâs Jasonâs woman. That scumbag doesnât appreciate her and deserves to lose her forever.
âSophia, back then I found a body in the ruins, a woman who was pregnant. But now youâre alive and well. So what was that charred body all about?â Oliver was confused Sophia thought for a moment and then replied with her guess, âMaybe your enemies thought I was your weakness and used my supposed death to hit you hard.â As she recalled the past, she suddenly remembered her eldest son, who died in the room. She had escaped in such a hurry that she couldnât take his body with her. That fire must have turned the baby into a pile of bones.
âBy the way, where did you bury the babyâs remains? Iâd like to visit him sometime, he was so pitifulâ
Oliver was stunned and frowned. âWhat babyâs remains! My men only nly found a pregnant womanâs body in the ruins.â
Sophiaâs head snapped up in disbelief and wondered, âI did place my deceased son on the bed. Even after the fire, there should have been bones left behind. How could there be nothing? She grabbed Oliverâs wrist, asking urgently. âAre you sure you only saw a pregnant womanâs body and no babyâs remains in the ruins!â
Oliver, hearing the question now suspicious, replied. âNo, my men searched the ruins thoroughly. We only found a womanâs body, no babyâs remains. Sophia, what are you getting at?â
Sophiaâs heart raced, thinking, Those men in black wouldnât have taken a deceased baby. But if there were no babyâs remains in the ruins, could it mean he was taken alive? Could it mean my eldest son is alive? Then she continued, âOliver, I gave birth to a child before I escaped. He stopped breathing right after birth, and the doctor accompanying me said he was stillbornâ
Oliver was shocked. He had heard Sophia bring back a little boy around five or six years old, thinking it was her son with Jason.
He hadnât expected e was more to the story. âTm sure there were no babyâs remains in the ruins. He must have been taken.
there Sophiaâs body trembled, her eyes filled with hope that her son had a chance to be alive. âOliver, you have to help me find out who those men in black were. My child might be with them.â
Oliver held Sophia tightly, about to comfort her, when the elevator doors opened again. A tall, imposing figure stepped out. It was Jason