A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1448

Zephyr’s smile held a hint of transcendence, a serene detachment that couldn’t help but influence Eleanor and even Bernard, who felt his eager anticipation to meet Caleb settle into a calm stillness.

Bernard, who usually never drank anything outside his home, took the colorful

stained-glass tumbler in his hand and brought it to his lips. The sip was delicate and the fragrance of the tea infusion quickly spread through his senses, revealing an unexpected charm.

He was silent for a moment before looking up at Zephyr, “You do look like him, but you are not him.”

The words, ‘but you are not him,’ indicated that in Bernard’s heart, no one could replace Caleb. Caleb was irreplaceable, unique, and even if someone bore a striking resemblance, they could never truly be him.

For Zephyr, Bernard’s distinction was a comfort, “The fact that you can tell us apart shows how much Caleb also meant to you. Such mutual care and friendship is truly priceless.”

Bernard’s eyes fell, hiding the shade of melancholy, “I did wish you were him for a moment, but seeing you, I knew it was just a fantasy.”

Zephyr, observing the man suffused with regret, offered some consolation, “If you don’t mind, you can think of me as him. I am willing to take his place and serve you as he would have, sir.”

It seemed only fair to Zephyr, who had enjoyed the family’s fortunes while his brother had walked towards death in the storm, to make some amends for the imbalance of their fates.

The term ‘sir,’ falling on Bernard’s ears, was as if Caleb had returned to him.

to crossing the mythical River Styx, and Bernard’s heart ached at

Zephyr’s face, Bernard softly asked, “What did you just

face slightly, and with a teasing arch of his eyebrow, said, “Sir.”

Caleb liked to refer to the head of the Laurence Group as Mr.

for a moment, as if he could see

last shot, Caleb would sling the rifle over his shoulder, raise

the first to finish the shooting drill today. Don’t you think I deserve a little

I’ll give you ten

grand? You’re such

you going to shoot or

I will. Ten grand is still money!”

shoulder his rifle and keep shooting

would still be alive if he

at Zephyr, lost in thought, but Zephyr pulled him back from his painful

spiritual, and Bernard, watching this new version of Caleb, slowly gathered his thoughts, took another sip of his tea, and found

sat in silence for a while until Zephyr turned to Eleanor, “Miss, I’ve noticed you seem to have something on your mind. Is there something you’d like to say

anything particular to say; she was just moved by his face that so resembled Caleb’s. But since Zephyr asked, she ventured, “Would you like to try some of my husband’s