A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1323

The man in black, his face a mask of indifference, advanced quickly, pinning Bernard to the ground, immobilising him and giving him no opportunity for counterattack.

Bernard could have reacted when the man first approached, but he chose not to. He was waiting for something. His mission will remain incomplete until that moment arrived.

1-2 interpreted Bernard’s non-resistance as a sign of defeat. He saw it as an uncharacteristic lack of fire, and his respect for Bernard diminished slightly.

“According to the rules of Area Opaca, anyone who tries to breach the lower districts must be electrocuted as punishment. But considering your obstinacy, I’ll make an exception,” 1-2 said, a hint of mockery in his tone.

1-2 beckoned to the man in black. After forcing Bernard onto the ground, he pulled a small knife from his pocket. The blade shone ominously under the dim light as he approached Bernard, crouching beside him.

Underneath his mask, 1-2 observed Bernard through unfeeling eyes. He held the knife against Bernard’s back and began to cut, slowly and deliberately, close to his waist.

Bernard clenched his fists, his neatly trimmed nails embedding into his palm, which was painful. But it was a pain that was nothing compared to the piercing agony from the knife on his

back.

silent. His head turned slightly to the side, his gaze fixed on the wall. His mind was elsewhere, though. He thought of Eleanor, his beloved, who was five months pregnant. In another five months,

his child would look more like him or Eleanor. No matter who the child took after, he was sure they would

the knife. Bernard grunted in pain but remained resolute, biting his lip to

pain. She moved towards him, hoping to give him some comfort. But the moment Bernard saw her, he closed his

to 1-2. “Sir, let me do it. I don’t mind getting my

making no attempt to acknowledge her offer. He continued

arrives, we can really get to work, 1-2 said, wiping his hands clean with a towel handed to

him up. Make sure he recovers,” he commanded, to which the doctor, who had been standing quietly in the corner, nodded

worked on Bernard, without the use of anesthetics, Bernard passed out from the pain.

doorway, her arms crossed and a cold look on her

pale, but his features remained unchanged. His hair was slightly disheveled, but there was no sign of the distress he had just experienced.