A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1471

After all, who could love Eleanor more than her husband? Robin knew that, but what of it? He was both painfully aware and sweetly addicted to his own despair. He couldn’t do anything about it.

Yet, seeing Eleanor like this filled Robin with immense regret. If he had known she would end

up this way, he would have answered her question that day-the one she posed to him with her dying breath in lip-sync. He should have been forthright with her!

Robin despised his own cowardice, his strict adherence to propriety, but these feelings paled in comparison to his love for Eleanor. They were nothing but a minor regret, utterly insignificant.

Now, if he could, he would plead with the heavens to take on her suffering so they could live a happy life together…

After all, no one would care whether Robin was alive or dead, but Eleanor was different.

She was the beacon of hope for many, Bernard, Hailey Vulpe, Serenina Ziegler, their newborn son, and countless others who cared for her…

As Robin silently prayed to trade places with Eleanor, a man in a black trench coat, drenched in rain, stepped out of his car. His hurried steps were a bit disheveled, but he moved quickly…

By the time Garett arrived at the hospital, Eleanor had already been moved to the intensive care unit, with Bernard holding her hand, refusing to leave her side.

and night of vigil, everyone had left except Bernard, who refused to believe

that Eleanor had simply lost her way and that she would find it back home. So, Bernard had sent Aidyn and Scott all over the world to

be waiting for him on the road, not minding a slight delay. Garett never saw

a leg check-up. He couldn’t even finish the examination before he rushed back, only to be informed that Eleanor was in

enough.

back then, if he had followed through with their marriage, would she have been

had the ICU door opened and with heavy steps,

eyes, slightly reddened, were fixated on the pale, gaunt face that had haunted his dreams…

his side, then, shedding all pretense of restraint, he reached out to touch Eleanor’s cheek. But before his fingertips could brush the face he longed for, a strong hand shoved him away, “Don’t touch her!”

and no one else was allowed

Bernard’s eyes was more intense than ever, as if a single touch from Garett would

swung at Bernard, “I gave up on her for you to take care of her,

at

you care for her?!”

icy aura, followed Garett’s accusing finger to

fault. I didn’t take

his chin in defiance, his eyes filled with scorn,