A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1400

In Yates’ mind, Eleanor had always been the epitome of gentleness. It was the first time he’d seen her fly off the handle, and for a fleeting moment, his resolve wavered. But as quickly as it came, it passed. “You and Bernard are all wrong for each other.”

Eleanor’s lips curled into a scornful smile, the disdain spreading like a stain. “Bernard and I have been through thick and thin for over a decade. We’ve faced life and death together, weathered every hardship. How come we’re all wrong just because you say so?”

Yates shot back, “I made a deal with Bernard. Break up with you, and he walks free. He didn’t hesitate to leave you for his freedom. Tell me, how is a man who can ditch you at the drop of a hat right for you?”

Eleanor scoffed, “If you hadn’t trapped him, hadn’t used my unborn child as a bargaining chip, would a man, alone and mired in trouble, ever choose to leave me?”

Bernard’s so-called ‘choice’ wasn’t a true reflection of their relationship but a result of Yates’ relentless pressure. With no other option, he had to compromise first and then plan to strike back with vengeance.

A man usually decisive in action, Bernard bent in the face of the enemy to protect her and their child. That alone proved his worth as a husband and father. No one was better suited than he.

But Yates wouldn’t understand. “If it were me, no matter the threat, I wouldn’t choose to break up. So, in my eyes, Bernard doesn’t love you enough.”

eyes. “And you? To get Pauline, you muscled in on her and her high school

between your grandmother and

“Your matters are not

equally indignant stare. “Remember, Eleanor, you are my granddaughter.

to my face, all for your selfish gains. What kind of grandfather does

darkened visibly, his fist clenching on the countertop, veins bulging with

instinctively stepped in front of her. “Grandpa, it’s my fault. I’m sorry for the argument.” Yates, needing an outlet for his anger,

face.

cheek swollen, pain searing through him, but he clenched his teeth and remained silent, only turning

spoke volumes of the rift the slap had caused. It was a

him, wanted to stand up for Peterson but was held back. “Eleanor, arguing with Grandpa is pointless. He won’t understand you.”

demise, a gang assault that led to her death, had haunted Yates for decades. Only his burning

Bernard to her. All he knew was that Bernard led the Siren Organization,