Kneeling for a Second Chance Novel

---- Chapter 327 Even if Valeria had once been married in name, Sebastian's words reverberated against Valeria's ear as she rested her cheek against his chest. "T'll find the right time to explain everything to my parents. T'll let them know that Lenny is our daughter, so you don't need to worry about them pestering us for another child. They'll be overjoyed to know that Lenny is my daughter." It was just that Sebastian didn't know how to bring it up. It would be easy to inform Nicholas and Martha, but he truly didn't know how to get Selena to accept him.

From the corner of her eye, Valeria noticed the scar on Sebastian's chest. It was so close to her and clearly visible. Valeria lifted her head and brushed her fingers against it lightly. Sebastian's body immediately stiffened. The scar was fresh and six inches long. It looked anything but beautiful. Looking at it, Valeria wondered how dangerous his situation must have been when it happened. When Sebastian didn't hear a reply from her, he lowered his gaze to look at her, only to see that she stared at his chest. He slipped a hand beneath her, steadying her in his arms. "It was nothing.

I was fine after a few days of rest in bed." ---- "The online reports mentioned that the heir of the Grant Group was gravely injured," Valeria said. "He was in the ICU for over a month before pulling through." Their voices overlapped, and she knew he was lying. Holding her close, Sebastian let out a helpless sigh. His voice was low and steady, and there was no way anyone could have guessed that he was lying from his tone alone. "Reporters always exaggerate things. There's no attention without drama." Valeria was no fool. She leaned into his embrace, letting herself enjoy this moment of peace.

She had seen his posts online, where he had recorded much about the place. ''What was Shagos like?" Sebastian said, "It's a country torn apart by war. In the chaos, there's still a fragile sense of hope. The hospitals are filled with doctors from different nations, each carrying their own faith. "™ that place, you simply can't survive without faith." At first, Sebastian really went there to draw a distance between Valeria and himself. She had told him to leave her alone. She had been so wounded, her eyes brimming with tears. He hadn't been able to face her or to say no.

The only way he knew how to restrain himself was to stay far away. ---- However , once he arrived in that war-torn land, the people there seemed so sorrowful and shrouded in death. They spoke different languages as they lay on hospital beds, struggling at the edge of life. Soldiers and children alike were carried in, mangled and torn apart by explosions. He rushed between operating rooms, confronting death every day. And in such moments, one truly felt how small human beings were. One day, he pulled a white sheet over the body of a three-year- old child.

Sebastian came out, trembling , having given everything he had. That night, he missed her terribly, and his longing grew even wilder in the dark. If that bullet hadn't pierced through his chest, he might never have left Shagos. He wanted to save more people, even if his strength alone was hardly enough. Valeria couldn't help but ask softly, "What about your faith? What did you put your faith in?" "It was probably..." He paused for a few seconds, then a faint smile appeared on his face. "The pearl goddess." "What?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Bracing both hands against the sink, Sebastian repeated the words ina solemn and deep voice, "The pearl goddess."