Chapter 1268

Just a single sentence already soothed Eleanor’s anxious heart, but for some reason, tears started streaming down her face, dotting the letter in her hands.

“How’s he doing over there?”

She asked, sobbing, to the stranger who delivered the letter.

Seeing Eleanor’s tear-streaked face, the man hesitated for a moment, then gave a nod

“He’s doing well, don’t worry.”

“When is he coming back?”

“I’m not sure about that.”

“Where is he, can I go see him? ..”

finish, the man interrupted her.

attend to, I can’t stay and chat, excuse me.”

Eleanor’s reply, he quickly turned around

standing still, watching the car speed away…

the trees also started up and drove

car, glanced back at the fading

Eleanor would never guess that the one offering her comfort would

long arranged for him to go to

at another white

letter would remain in

from the dangerous situation

it meant he was alive. As long as he was alive, as long as he was okay, what were two

Bernard at home. Duting this time, Hailey would visit, accompany her, provide warmth and strength, but none of this could

appetite, her body growing weak. Bryson, seeing her like this, always encouraged her to eat more, but she had no appetite. Often, she would sit by the window, clutching Bernard’s letter, lost in thought.

she sat up, leaning against the headboard, clutching her racing heart. The images replaying in her mind were of a bloodied

had experienced many nightmares, but none as vivid and real as

wielding knives, hurting him. He

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255