A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1459

Eleanor’s tentative questioning made Bernard bow his head. “In that case,” he said, his voice heavy with concern, ‘your chances of survival are only 10%. If we operate now, it might go up to 30%”

Bernard reached out with his other hand to gently trace the features of Eleanor’s face, her eyebrows, her eyes, her contours. ‘Eleanor,” he implored, “I can’t bear the thought of losing you again. Forget about the baby for now. Please, just focus on staying alive, okay?”

Upon hearing the dire statistics, Eleanor felt as if she had plunged into a frigid abyss. The thought that both she and her unborn child might die left her heart wrenching with sorrow. She had faced death before and no longer feared it, but Bernard…

Lifting her tear-filled eyes to Bernard whose face had paled with concern, she whispered, “It doesn’t matter if I die, but I just can’t bear to leave you behind.”

The thought of leaving Bernard brought tears streaming down her cheeks, spilling like pearls from a severed string. Each warm tear that landed on Bernard’s hand was like a knife to his throat, each one tightening the grip of pain and sorrow.

Bernard, swallowing the razor-sharp anguish, grasped Eleanor’s hand and placed it over his heart. Then, with a voice full of resolve and authority, he declared, “I won’t let you die.”

if death dared to snatch her, Bernard would follow it into the depths of hell

bloodshot eyes, attempted a bitter smile. “I’ve already had a heart transplant, and now with this high-risk pregnancy and my clotting disorder… the odds

her swollen belly as if making a resolute decision. Looking squarely at him, she said, “Since I’m likely to die no matter what, I’d rather the

eyes, Eleanor pleaded, “Please, let me carry this baby to term. That way, even if I’m gone, you won’t be alone-you’ll

chin, forcing her to look at him. “Èleanor, listen to me. I don’t care about the baby.

reddened anew at his words. “Bernard, why are you so foolish? Without me, you’ll still have our baby. It’s

usually cool and composed, erupted in a near roar.

you, nothing else matters!”

her, but now, for the first time, Eleanor felt truly

reined in his anger, pleading desperately, “Eleanor, I’m begging you-don’t make this choice. I truly can’t bear

pain, conveying the sheer torment of his soul at the thought of life