A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1470

Chapter 1470

Chapter 1470

Bernard grasped Eleanor’s icy hand, pressing it against his own blood-streaked face, His fingertips,

coated in crimson, smeared a haunting red across her pallid cheeks.

Bernard’s eyelashes fluttered downward as his gaze wandered over her battered form-so many

incisions, so much blood loss, tubes protruding everywhere. She must be in agony, he thought. For the

first time, he realized that to ache for someone was not merely an internal twinge but an overwhelming

desire to suffer in their stead,

He would take it all upon himself if he could, bear every sin, endure any torment, just to spare his

Eleanor from further pain. Even death seemed a fair trade.

Bowing his weary head, Bernard clung to Eleanor’s hand, his tall and once steadfast frame now

hunched over like a penitent worshipper seeking absolution at the altar,

Even from outside the operating room, anyone could see the powerful man shaking. uncontrollably, his

whole body trembling with each labored breath.

No one could tell if Bernard was crying, but all knew his suffering was profound. To be caught between

life and death, to desire relief but find none-this was a torment like no other.

For a husband to face the life-or-death moments of both his wife and child was an unimaginable trial.

No one knew how Bernard had endured these long hours; all they could see was his evident torment.

Hailey, still recovering from childbirth, wept until she was breathless. If it weren’t for Cedric’s support,

she would have collapsed. Veronica, hearing Hailey’s cries, gripped her fingers tightly, silently offering

her strength.

The Laurences sympathized with Eleanor’s plight and felt for Bernard’s helplessness. Learning of their

grandfather’s deeds had left them cold.

Knowing full well Eleanor was Bernard’s life, Blake had nonetheless sought to sever that bond. Such a

grandfather was rare, leaving his grandchildren to shiver at the thought of their own potential fate-a fate

spared only because they lacked Bernard’s utility.

The Sharp family’s hearts ached especially for Eleanor. Peterson, in particular, was distraught. It wasn’t

long ago that they had embraced at the airport, speaking of future family plans. Now, seeing his cousin

so bloodied was unbearable.

Peterson, still recovering from a bullet wound to the chest, couldn’t believe his eyes. Grasping the

hands of Bevis and Antoine Sharp, he stumbled closer to the operating table, the horror becoming

clearer with each step.

Upon seeing Eleanor’s once flowing hair, now shorn to the scalp, Peterson’s eyes reddened. She had

always cherished her beauty, and now, stripped of her hair, her body was a canvas of wounds.

Moore had declared Eleanor’s deep coma nearly beyond hope. This sister, only recently

acknowledged, couldn’t just slip away.

Peterson, in disbelief, reached out to grasp Yates’ arm. “Grandpa, Moore once saved Mr. Quintus with

his skills. Please, ask him to help Eleanor again…”

Before Yates could respond, Moore interjected, “Young master, Mr. Quintus’ situation was a mere coma

due to a hemorrhage-treatable. But your sister’s complications are far more severe…”

Accepting Moore’s verdict as final, Yates said nothing. Peterson’s grip on Yates’ clothes loosened as he

gazed upon Eleanor, his heart heavy with sorrow.

The Sharp brothers mourned, and Yates was no less heartbroken. To outlive one’s progeny was a cruel

twist of fate, especially as Yates had hoped to atone for past mistakes. But now, his granddaughter

might not grant him that chance.

Leaning on his cane, Yates turned to leave, unable to bear the sight and scent of his granddaughter’s

life hanging in the balance.

Outside, Sheldon watched Yates depart, then shifted his gaze back to Eleanor. He couldn’t help but

reflect on the cruel hand fate had dealt Vanya Pine’s daughter. It was uncertain if she would be as

fortunate as she had been in the past, surviving a perilous dive into the depths.

As Sheldon pondered this, his attention drifted to Robin, who had followed Bernard into the operating

room. Robin, nearly mirroring Bernard in stature, seemed unsure of his place near Eleanor. He stood

immobile, a statue in the midst of chaos, only steadied by Elbert’s reassuring presence.

From just a faltering silhouette, Sheldon discerned Robin’s unspoken affections-a sentiment likely to

remain forever hidden within the chambers of his heart.