Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 513

I started to feel anxious.

In the pit of my stomach, a voice was screaming at me that Neil knew everything about the kids!

But in the next moment, his words deflated my fears. “Only if his family doesn’t accept your two kids,

considering the Dawson family never approved of your affair”

“Hmm, I don’t care, that could be a reason.” I let out a sigh of relief.

Neil remained silent, his gaze locked on me, as if trying to see through me. Just then, Stella came out,

cradling Serena in her arms, “Rena, what’s wrong with your little princess? She suddenly started

crying.”

Serena’s tiny face was flushed red from crying, her mouth pouted, tears pouring down her cheeks like

crystal beads, her crying was heartbreakingly pitiful.

I hurriedly got up to take Serena, but the little one seemed to know Neil was there. Her eyes were fixed

on him. She continued whimpering in my arms and made her look more miserable.

Was my motherly embrace not comforting enough? This six-month-old baby, barely learning to sit, had

already mastered the art of looking pitiful?

As Neil’s gaze met Serena’s, he immediately stood up and reached out, taking Serena from my arms.

Stella’s eyes widened at the scene, and once more, something magical happened. As soon as Serena

was in Neil’s arms, she instantly calmed down and seemed delighted.

“This…this is impossible.” Stella’s petite face was filled with confusion.

But I could understand. It was probably a blood connection.

Neil walked out with Serena in his arms, strolling around the yard, while I went back inside to bring out

Brandon. The sun had risen. It was a perfect time for a bit of sunbathing.

On the white bench in the yard, Neil held Serena on his lap, supporting her tiny arms and helping her

sit up.

Neil’s actions were gentle, his face filled with indulgent smiles as he looked at Serena. For a moment, I

was taken aback. Was this how one should look at someone else’s child?

Stella brought out the mat and her three kids, setting them up in the yard to play. She .juggled between

caring for the kids and stealing glances at Neil.

And then she looked at Brandon.

This made me feel anxious because Brandon and Neil looked uncannily similar.

“Rena, come here.” Stella couldn’t hold it in any longer. She pulled me to a corner and bluntly asked,

“Tell me the truth. Are they really Russel’s children?”

I was taken aback, “Otherwise?”

“Why do they look more and more like Neil? Damn…” Stella was pretty straightforward, and we were

close, so she didn’t beat around the bush.

“No!” I vehemently denied, thinking of Neil’s words that if the kids were his, he’d take them away. My

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I was a bit lax recently. What if Neil really took something from the children to get them tested? What

about Karina – did she destroy the paternity test report that she had testified? Would Neil find it

eventually?

I grew more anxious and abruptly took Serena from Neil’s arms, my tone cold, “Neil, you can go home

if there’s nothing else. From now on, you don’t need to come looking for me, and you don’t need to be

so nice to Serena. She has a real dad.”

Neil frowned at me, seemingly finding my outburst ridiculous, “What’s gotten into you? I have my own

child too. I just find Serena cute; why are you freaking out?”

Hearing Neil say he had his own child, my anger flared up even more, I glared at him coldly, “So stop

holding other people’s kids.”

This comment angered Neil. He rose, giving me a cold look, then he strode away without a second

glance at Serena and Brandon.

As the front door opened, Mitch appeared again. It turned out that he had been waiting by the door.

He wanted to come in again, but a stern glare from Stella stopped him. He obediently followed Neil out.

Stella then locked the door and came back to me, “Rena, what’s wrong? Did something

inappropriate…”

“Serena and Brandon are indeed Neil’s.” I felt somewhat broken, because no ma much I denied it,

everyone could see that Serena and Brandon looked a lot like Neil.

Stella was dumbstruck, and it took her a while to retrieve her voice, “Really?”

“Yes, really. Only you, my parents, Russel, and Karina know this.” My gaze fell on the children playing

with their toys on the mat. I felt my mind was in chaos.

“What?? Russel and Karina too?” Stella was so shocked her words stuttered, “Russel! He accepted it?

And Karina, she didn’t even tell Nell?”

I shook my head, my tone heavy, “No, Russel not only accepted it, he even got a fake paternity test

report to deal with Neil. As for Karina, if she wanted to stay firmly in the Whitmore family through the

children, she wouldn’t tell anyone about this.”

Stella nodded vaguely, seemingly overwhelmed and confused.

“Let me process this…” she sat down, seemingly playing with the children, but her mind was elsewhere

pondering my words.

I sighed, “Stella, don’t tell anyone else. You speak too quickly, so please be careful. Once Neil knows

about this, he’ll fight me for the kids, and that’s what I’m most afraid of.”

Stella snapped back to reality and nodded seriously, “Okay, I absolutely won’t let it slip.”

Then, as if just remembering something, she sighed, “So, Russel is really good to you, Rena. He could

even accept Neil’s children, and he treats both kids well.”

I had nothing to say, because she was right.

Putting other factors aside, Russel’s care towards Serena and Brandon alone would make anyone

think he was their biological father. When he took them out, he’d present himself a perfect dad.

“No wonder your kids are so close to Neil; it’s because…” Stella started to say but was cut off by me.

Tshook my head at her, “Let’s not talk about that. We have nannies in the house. We wouldn’t want

them to overhear.”

Stella closed her mouth quickly. She took a deep sigh, her gaze on Serena and Brandon softened,

filled with pity and affection.

Although she had divorced Mitch, their kids at least knew who their father was, and Mitch would visit

them. However, Serena and Brandon’s case was different, as they might grow up without a father in

their lives.