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

matters to attend to, I can’t stay and

waiting for Eleanor’s reply, he quickly turned around and hopped into

still,

under the trees also started up and

glanced back

guess that the one offering her comfort

for him to go to her. There was never a real letter

looked down at another white envelope in

this letter would remain in his grip

safely from the dangerous

repeatedly comforting herself. If he could send someone with a letter, it meant he was alive. As long as he was alive, as

accompany

appetite, her body growing weak. Bryson, seeing her like this, always encouraged her to eat more, but she had no appetite.

Sweat-drenched, she sat up, leaning against the headboard,

none as vivid

her dream, Bernard was locked in a dark room, surrounded by men in black wielding knives, hurting him. He

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