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.

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

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

for worse, in life and death. Eleanor would be waiting for him on the road, not minding a slight delay. Garett never saw the battered Eleanor, only catching a glimpse through the ICU glass of a pale Bernard, gripping Eleanor’s hand and staring intensely

the examination before

loved were doing well, that would be enough. But to think that after cutting ties, her fate would still be

then, if he had followed through with their marriage, would

opened and with heavy steps, he

His eyes, slightly reddened, were fixated on the pale, gaunt face that had

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,

one else was allowed to lay

intense than ever, as if a single touch from Garett would claim her

into a fist and swung at

at the unconscious Eleanor

you

radiating an icy aura, followed Garett’s

fault. I didn’t

eyes filled with scorn, staring down at