A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1470

Chapter 1470

Bernard grasped Eleanor’s icy hand, pressing it against his own blood-streaked face, His fingertips, coated in crimson, smeared a haunting red across her pallid cheeks.

Bernard’s eyelashes fluttered downward as his gaze wandered over her battered form-so many incisions, so much blood loss, tubes protruding everywhere. She must be in agony, he thought. For the first time, he realized that to ache for someone was not merely an internal twinge but an overwhelming desire to suffer in their stead,

He would take it all upon himself if he could, bear every sin, endure any torment, just to spare his Eleanor from further pain. Even death seemed a fair trade.

Bowing his weary head, Bernard clung to Eleanor’s hand, his tall and once steadfast frame now hunched over like a penitent worshipper seeking absolution at the altar,

Even from outside the operating room, anyone could see the powerful man shaking. uncontrollably, his whole body trembling with each labored breath.

No one could tell if Bernard was crying, but all knew his suffering was profound. To be caught between life and death, to desire relief but find none-this was a torment like no other.

an unimaginable trial. No

still recovering from childbirth, wept until she was breathless. If it weren’t for Cedric’s support, she would have

and felt for Bernard’s helplessness. Learning

Such a grandfather was rare, leaving

they had embraced at the airport, speaking of

wound to the chest, couldn’t believe his eyes. Grasping the hands of Bevis and Antoine Sharp,

shorn to the scalp, Peterson’s eyes reddened. She had always cherished her beauty, and now, stripped of her hair, her body was a canvas

Eleanor’s deep coma nearly beyond hope. This sister, only recently acknowledged, couldn’t just slip

out to grasp Yates’ arm. “Grandpa, Moore once saved Mr. Quintus with his skills. Please, ask him to help Eleanor

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