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.

of vigil, everyone had left except Bernard,

Bernard had sent Aidyn and Scott all over the world to find the best doctors, believing in a miracle

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

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

he once loved were doing well, that would be enough. But to think

had followed through

the ICU door opened and with heavy steps, he

didn’t glance at Bernard. His eyes, slightly reddened, were fixated on the pale, gaunt face that

touch Eleanor’s cheek. But before his fingertips could brush the face he

one else was allowed

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

was this action that enraged Garett. He clenched his hand into a fist and swung at Bernard, “I gave up on her for you to take care of her, and look

Bernard by the collar, pointing at the

how you care for

radiating an icy aura, followed Garett’s accusing finger to

my fault. I didn’t take good care of her, but…”

in defiance, his eyes filled with