A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1447

Bernard stared at the man before him, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Caleb. For a fleeting moment, it was as if he saw Caleb clawing his way out of hell and staggering toward him, proclaiming, “Mr. Law, I clawed my way out of that hellhole. Pretty badass, huh?”

How often had Bernard wished for such an ending, even dreaming it into existence. Yet the indifferent gaze that met his was not like Caleb’s-whose eyes, despite being weathered by storms, still sparkled. This man’s eyes held a detachment from worldly

concerns.

It took only a glance for Bernard to differentiate Caleb from the man before him, Zephyr. But due to their shared features, a sliver of hope persisted in Bernard’s heart, and he finally broke the silence, “I’m here for you.”

Hearing Bernard’s voice, Katherine, who had been sipping honeyed tea, felt a surge of anger darken her expression. The anger was tempered, though, by her recent practice of meditation, which had smoothed her once volatile temper.

She restrained her fury and turned to face Bernard, who had just entered with Eleanor, “If Caleb hadn’t come back safe and sound, I would have killed you.”

felt a deep sense of guilt. Caleb should have been there to live a happy life with his love and their child, but because of Bernard, Caleb was gone, and his beloved was condemned to a lifetime of pain.

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her husband, and sorry that Caleb hasn’t come back-this latter thought Bernard couldn’t

that spares us from regret. Let her believe Zephyr is Caleb. How else would

Bernard’s eyes was rare, and Katherine wanted to seize it to lash out at him. But when her hand

belly, feeling a moment’s guilt. Katherine had lost her child, her Caleb, yet Eleanor still had her husband and child. It seemed so

Eleanor was taken aback by her smile and the understanding in her eyes, “If my child had lived, they’d be about as big as yours now. But

the baby so far along, you shouldn’t have troubled yourself coming to see Caleb. You need to take care of yourself so the little one can be comfortable in your

lowered her gaze, ashamed, “Katherine, I’m sorry. If it weren’t for me, your child might still be…”

even more remorseful, “It’s not your

from her wicker chair to make room

Bernard without a glance, but as they brushed shoulders, she caught his whispered apology