A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1468

Bernard’s eyes were rimmed with a dark crimson, a testament to countless sleepless nights and worry that hung heavy in his heart. He stood, transfixed by the sight of Eleanor, lying still on the operating table. She had listened to him, fought tooth and nail, and returned from death’s doorstep…

“Eleanor, you’re a true fighter,” Bernard whispered, a silent prayer of thanks escaping his lips. He had never been more grateful or more terrified, but thankfully, she had pulled through.

His hands were planted firmly on the cold hospital floor, palms slick with the blood that had dripped down from his clenched fists. The fear that had gripped him still shook his body, rendering him too weak to even consider standing…

It wasn’t until the piercing cry of a newborn filled the room that Bernard lifted his gaze to see Mr. Keith cradling the tiny infant. The baby, so tiny and delicate, had inherited his mother’s fierce spirit and had also made it through…

The sound of the baby’s cries, mingled with the steady beep of the heart monitor, made Bernard feel the overwhelming power of life for the first time. A wave of emotion swelled within him, threatening to spill over.

The infant, now safely ensconced in an incubator, wasn’t out of the woods yet. His survival was momentary, and it would take the doctors’ relentless effort to keep him alive. Blake, having seen his great-grandson survive, felt no need to linger any longer. As he turned to leave, he felt Bernard’s icy grip on his ankle…

Blake looked down, locking eyes with Bernard’s bloodthirsty gaze just before being thrown to the ground. Before he could react, a barrage of punches rained down on him…

his fury, his fists pounding relentlessly, the

beaten to a pulp, moved to intervene but were halted by Bernard’s chilling threat, “Touch him, and

Despite he had saved his great-grandchild’s life, Bernard repaid Blake with violence instead of gratitude. He was furious at

how dare you strike your own grandfather?

truly defies

gun at that moment, he would have used it without hesitation, rather than his fists, to unleash

Blake to lose consciousness under Bernard’s relentless assault. But Bernard,

his wife, held him back. “Don’t. That man

never have suffered like this. And now, because of Blake’s selfishness, they had almost lost

and the man who

room, “The patient has a cerebral hemorrhage. Prepare the surgical tools, I need to perform a craniotomy

been venting his anger, froze upon hearing the doctor’s announcement. The murderous aura that had enveloped him vanished instantly, replaced by a