A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 169

She coughed up pink foam, all of it going into the water, turning the toilet water red.

The bodyguard was startled, thinking she was coughing blood, so he quickly picked her up.

Suddenly breathing in some air, Eleanor began to recover, but she was still coughing non–stop.

What she coughed up was still pink foam, a symptom of late–stage heart failure.

Joelle didn’t know that, thinking she had hurt her stomach from drowning. Her anger subsiding a bit, she stared at Eleanor through the- gritted teeth, “It serves you right for choking to death! It’s what you get for what you’ve done!”

After saying this harshly, Joelle signaled the bodyguard with a look, and he immediately let go of Eleanor.

“I’ll let you off this time, but if you ever dare to resist again, don’t think you’ll leave alive!”

After saying this vicious threat, Joelle turned and left, hand in hand with Sophie.

Little did she know that she hadn’t taken two steps before she felt a moist hand on her neck from behind.

Before Joelle could even look back, she heard Eleanor’s weak yet gritted voice through the pain, “Ms. Valona, don’t you want to give toilet water a try before you leave?”

Joelle’s body shuddered, the thought “Could this be what her revenge was going to be about?” flashing in her mind she was forced face down into the toilet.

strength to push Joelle’s head into the toilet, holding her

hold her back but was scolded, “If you don’t want her dead, don’t come

If they dared to come closer, she would surely choke her to

hadn’t expected Eleanor, who usually looked weak, to be so determined

to act recklessly, Sophie quietly walked behind Eleanor and when she

Eleanor

against Eleanor, gasping for air. Unable to maintain control over Joelle, Eleanor braced -herself

their struggle, Eleanor accidentally

appeared on the verge of falling to the ground, a strong hand swiftly

face exuding a melancholic

a black suit that accentuated his tall stature, he possessed a presence that was

coldly upon Eleanor. “Who do you think you are to lay a hand on my fiancée like that?” His words echoed with a chilling

sweat, her cheeks swollen, and her hair disheveled, in no better state than Joelle. Yet, Joelle’s hurtful words pierced her even deeper.

trembling arm and lowered her head, looking at her toes and waiting for the judgment of those holding power and despising life.

when did you

her waist, was pleasantly

work; how could he suddenly find himself in a shopping mall,

when I noticed your bodyguards dragging

“I see.”

Sophie’s doubts. She immediately changed her stern expression and snuggled Into

was disrespectful to Joelle in the hospital, and she even pushed Joelle’s head into the toilet just now. None of us could stop her. Teach her a lesson