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

matters to attend to, I can’t stay and

turned around and hopped into his car

standing still, watching the car speed away…

hidden under the trees also started up and drove off.

car, glanced back at the

would never guess that the one offering her comfort would be

to her. There was never a real letter carrier.

at another white envelope in his hand.

hoped that two months later, this letter

also hoped that Bernard would return safely from the dangerous situation as soon as possible.

her, repeatedly comforting herself. If he could send someone with a letter, it meant he was alive. As long as he was alive, as long as he was okay, what were two months of waiting?

would visit, accompany her, provide warmth and strength, but none of this could alleviate her longing for her husband.

body growing weak. Bryson, seeing her like this, always encouraged her to eat more, but she

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

but none as vivid and real as this one.

wielding knives, hurting him. He was tied up, unable to move, and those men were cruelly torturing

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