A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1378

The name Eleanor sent an electric jolt through Bernard’s long-stagnant heart, igniting a spark in his dim eyes.

“Eleanor’s news?”

She and the child she carried had sunk to the depths of the sea. What news could there possibly be? Yates remained silent, his stare fixed on Bernard with an intensity that spoke volumes.

The anxious man, seeing no response, felt his temper darken, “Speak up!”

After a drawn silence, Yates stepped back, sinking into a sofa with the weight of unsaid words. “You think Eleanor’s dead, don’t you?”

Bernard’s eyes flickered with a storm of emotions before settling into a shade of skepticism.

“If you’re here to play me with some fake information of her survival, just get out.”

Sophie and Cameron would never let Eleanor off the hook. Who would save her? Who could?

He didn’t believe it, and Yates, unhurried, gestured to Peterson with a flick of his cigarette-bearing fingers, “Show him the video.”

With understanding, Peterson pulled out his phone, opening a video sent from a photographer at the family reunion. He placed it before Bernard’s eyes.

the footage, Eleanor stood beneath a pear tree, clad in a champagne gown, her gaze lost in the crowd. The breeze teased

was taken tonight. Timestamped

to Yates’ words, his misty eyes locked

expression – unchanged. It couldn’t

heart came a pang of pain, even his palms ached. His trembling fingers reached out, yearning to

the video to

eyes, feeling a twinge of guilt but ignoring the questioning look. He took

shifting to Yates. It was ironic – his enemy stood before him, yet in his powerlessness, he sought their mercy, “Tell me the truth, and I’ll agree to your terms.”

ask what the terms were. For Eleanor, he would agree to anything. Yates saw it; Bernard was hopelessly in love with Eleanor.

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empathized with Bernard, but they were enemies, and that chip in his brain a catalyst for their bitter rift – meant… Yates was determined to pull them apart.

Bernard with a measured tone, “Cameron pushed her into the sea, then went back and saved her.” Yates’ voice was casual, as if recounting a trivial

hard for Bernard

to kill Eleanor… why would he

to Cameron that

the secret to save her life, only to be cast into the sea anyway. But, regardless, Cameron’s conscience hadn’t completely faded, and

Bernard’s spark of life reignited. Like the rebirth of spring, it gave him a