Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 248

**Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light**
**Chapter 248 He Died**

Tatiana had made the decision to leave Ann in the care of the nanny, a choice that felt heavier than usual as she prepared to meet Chandler. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and she could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her.

As she approached Chandler, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. “Ann didn’t come?” he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

“She’s not feeling well today,” Tatiana replied, trying to maintain a casual tone, though her heart raced beneath the surface.

“Is she okay? Should I take you both to the hospital?” His voice was laced with genuine worry, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her.

“It’s fine, just a small cold. Let’s eat first,” she suggested, hoping to keep the conversation light. She had a plan to broach the subject she dreaded after they finished their meal.

Chandler, however, was no fool. An instinctive unease settled in his gut as he watched her, sensing that something was off.

As they sat across from each other, the clinking of cutlery seemed to echo in the silence. Tatiana methodically sliced her steak, each cut deliberate, before she dropped a bombshell that hung heavily in the air: “When I gave birth to Ann, if you hadn’t been there, we might not have survived.”

Chandler’s heart raced, a jolt of panic coursing through him. He forced a smile, though it felt strained and hollow. “No need for thanks. That’s too formal,” he said, trying to deflect the gravity of her words.

“Mm. So where is the other child?” she asked, her tone deceptively calm, but her eyes betrayed a storm of emotions.

The question hit Chandler like a thunderclap, freezing him in place. His fork clattered against the pristine plate, the sound sharp and jarring. His body went rigid, and he could feel his pupils dilate in shock.

Tatiana observed him closely, her heart racing as she recognized the signs. She set down her knife and fork with a deliberate slowness. “I want to know,” she said, her voice steady but laced with an underlying tension, “where did you take him?”

“Tatiana, you…” he began, but the words faltered on his lips.

“Today, I received a follow-up call from St. George Hospital. They told me I was pregnant with twins. The other child, a boy, was taken by you. Can I still trust you?” The question hung in the air, almost cruel in its delivery. In that moment, her world felt like it was shattering. She had always believed that Chandler would stand by her, but now, doubt clawed at her insides.

Chandler’s panic bubbled to the surface as he fought to keep his composure. “Tatiana, listen to me.”

“Mm. Go on,” she replied, her voice a mere whisper, but her gaze was sharp, demanding the truth.

“That child… he died,” he confessed, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Tatiana’s grip on her fork tightened, her knuckles turning white. “Impossible!” she exclaimed, disbelief flooding her senses.

“I’m not lying. The hospital should have told you. The baby was barely breathing when he was born. He was stuck in the birth canal too long… the chances were slim… I was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle it, so…” His voice trailed off, and his expression turned mournful, a reflection of the pain he carried.

Tatiana sat there, stunned, her face drained of color. “Impossible… You’re lying, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

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