A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1457

Just earlier, Blake had just returned home. He barely settled on the sofa when, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw Bernard’s car recklessly tearing into the driveway.

The grand, opulent gates were smashed open, sending the servants scurrying back in fear. Bernard who emerged from the car didn’t even spare them a glance. He strode into the living room, his steps heavy with seething rage.

“Blake Laurence, you knew that childbirth could kill her, and yet you kept it from me. How she’s caught between a rock and a hard place giving birth could kill her, and not giving birth could kill her. Did you ever consider what I would do if I lost her? Could I even go on living?!”

Faced with Bernard’s interrogation and fury, Blake remained calm and nonchalant, lifting a teacup from the table. Unfortunately, before it could reach his lips, it was kicked across the room by the irate man standing before him.

The hot tea spilled over his hand, seeping through his soaked shirt and pants, cooling from scorching to tepid. Only then did Blake slowly lift his chin to meet the angry eyes before him.

“Someone with your genes is meant to carry on the Laurence family legacy. Yet you insisted on marrying a woman who couldn’t bear children. I sought Mr. Keith’s help to get her pregnant, and now that she can have a child, you blame me for keeping it a secret. I can’t always bend to your wishes, can I?”

Such selfish words dripped with cold indifference from Blake’s lips.

a boiling point

time the old man had seen Bernard this furious, and he held his breath

no wonder it’s come back to haunt Eleanor!”

and the knife in his hand shifted direction. As the sharp blade whizzed past his ear

flesh and blood over a

and you expect me to care about your damn

indicating just how furious he truly was. But his anger was trivial in Blake’s eyes.

was wrong of me to have Mr. Keith hide the risks of childbirth from you, but I’ve already had him prescribe the best medications to help

on your trip, interrupting the course of medication Mr. Keith prescribed. That led to her developing pregnancy-induced hypertension, so you can’t place all the blame on me.”

golden knife handle loosened slightly at Blake’s last sentence. Bernard couldn’t entirely blame

to get pregnant. I don’t care if it meant ending my lineage; I just want her to be healthy. But you gambled with her

bleak despair, “Throughout my life, Donna beat me, and you never stopped her. You just asked her