A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1320

Cameron felt a pang of uncertainty. Sensing his unease, Sophie immediately asked, “Dad, what kind of sweet talk did she spin you into that you’re suddenly having second thought?”

Usually, Cameron would meet all her demands. Nothing was too much for his spoiled princess. So why was he pleading for Eleanor now?

“Dad, please don’t tell me you’ve been bewitched by her beauty. That would make her the worst kind of woman!”

“Don’t talk nonsense, there’s only ever been one woman in my life, your mother.”

Eleanor couldn’t help but scoff at his words. Living off her mother’s wealth, raising Sophie with it, now he declared his undying love for another woman right in front of her. It was ludicrous.

Cameron didnt see Eleanor’s derisive smile. All he could hear was the heart-wrenching sobbing from the other end of the phone, “Dad, whatever reason you have for defending that tramp, you need to get rid of her today, or I swear I’ll make you regret it!”

even when Sophie was a child. He turned back to Eleanor. He knew she was his own flesh and blood and felt a degree of guilt, but compared to

quieted, but she added one more condition, “Make sure Larson records it all. I need to see it over and

darling Sophie, Cameron agreed to her request. After hanging up the phone,

to Eleanor, “I can’t disappoint my daughter for you. So,

coldly. Cameron didn’t give her a chance to respond, lunging forward. But before he could reach her, Eleanor grabbed his wrist, pulling him over the edge of the

he was going down with her. At least she could get some revenge for her

pull him into the sea. The moment they splashed into the water, he was momentarily stunned. He quickly recovered, looking at Eleanor with wide eyes. She was holding onto his wrist, not intending to let go. It was clear she wanted him to go down with her. Cameron held his

was stronger. He pried her fingers off his wrist one by one, then pushed her

just looked back at her. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. Then, without a backward glance, he

her mother

she watched his retreating figure, Eleanor remembered an old saying: A father’s silhouette is as towering as a mountain. It was true. Her father’s silhouette was indeed towering, but terribly cold and distant…