Second Chance At Love

Chapter 519

Roger’s eyes betrayed a hint of astonishment. Trembling, he pointed a shaky finger at her and asked in a quavering voice, “W–What do you mean by

that!TM

Roger pondered. What does “Are you even worthy” mean? I’m her father. How does that disqualify me from guiding her! Also, who is she trying to mock with that smirk?‘

Ada shrugged, her features contorting into a grimace. Now that the Watson Group had fallen, her identity as a Watson didn’t benefit her anymore. She might as well have told Roger the truth and made him understand what he had done to his biological daughter.

Ada admitted her psychological distortion, feeling unhappy herself and unable to see others happy around her. Despite Roger’s bankruptcy, he had Oliver to support him, so his days weren’t tricky.

But what about Ada! For years, she suffered Jason’s torment, endured gossip, and lived like a homeless person. Why should Roger enjoy his later years in comfort? Why must Ada struggle to survive? If destruction is inevitable, let them both be destroyed together and then that would be fair.

“I said you have no right to control me because you’re not my real father. You have no blood relation to me, so how dare you try to lecture me?” Ada

said

Roger felt like something had exploded in his ears, leaving his mind blank. He stood there stunned for a few seconds before snapping out of it Looking at Ada with a face full of shock, his body trembled violently; Roger asked, “What do you mean by “you’re not my real father

Ada clicked her tongue twice, enjoying his astonished expression, and chuckled softly. “It means what you think exactly. Rence was worried that your daughter’s return to the Watson family would threaten her inheritance, so she found me. She managed to bribe Oliver’s doctor to fabricate a false paternity report and staged a secret plan involving me. Her scheming ran deep. She supported me as a Watson family member, giving her leverage over me, ensuring I wouldn’t dare challenge her

Roger felt a chilling sensation throughout his body. Violent coughing echoed in the silent living room, carrying an eerie emptiness as if death itself was beckoning. With all his strength, he slapped Ada hard. “Tell me, who is truly my daughter?”

Ada’s lips bled from the slap, shock and anger filling her. In response, she shoved him forcefully by the shoulders. Roger, unable to steady himself, fell backward onto the couch.

“Who is my daughter? Perhaps Roger already had an inkling in his heart, but subconsciously, he dared not face it. He could only hope that Ada would provide a different answer, trusting her to reveal the truth

Ada wouldn’t play along with his hopes. She slowly stood up, towering over him, and sneered. “No need to doubt it. It’s just as you suspected. My aunt and my mother were pregnant at the same time. Unfortunately, my aunt had an accident, resulting in premature birth and infant mortality. Not long after, a woman arrived at the Taylor family with a baby, leaving the child under my aunt’s care before leaving. As for me, I am sorry to disappoint, but I was born to Jennifer and am a legitimate member of the Taylor family. I have no relation to you whatsoever.”

Roger coughed more severely, his lung cancer already taxing his strength. Unable to withstand such emotional turmoil, he struggled to prop himself up and attempted to slap her again, but Ada swiftly kicked him back.

He gasped, clutching his chest, and with a trembling voice, he finally asked the question he had feared confronting his entire life: “S–So Sophia Taylor is my daughter?” From NôvelDrama.Org.