A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1483

The moment Eleanor realized the old claiming to be her grandfather was indeed speaking the truth, she felt a wave of annoyance wash over her. It had taken her long enough to come to terms with having a husband and children, and now to add a grandfather into the mix was just too much. A headache began to pound at her temples.

Seeing Eleanor press a hand to her forehead, Hailey voiced her concern, “She can’t handle stress right now. If you really want to help her regain her memory, then you’ll have to wait until she’s adjusted.”

Yates nodded in understanding but didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned on his cane and made his way into the room. “I know she can’t be agitated at the moment, but Eleanor, Bernard doesn’t have the luxury of time.”

Hailey’s heart tightened, fearful of the provocative words Yates might utter, words that could send Eleanor spiraling into unconsciousness again. She moved to intervene, but Yates was quicker, addressing her, “Ms. Vulpe, if you don’t mind, I’d like a few words alone with Eleanor.”

Yates’ polite request left Hailey with no choice. She was soon escorted out by Yates’ associate, leaving her to gaze anxiously through the glass window of the hospital room.

a chair, and sat down slowly. After a moment of silence, he looked down at the baby and said, “Never thought I’d meet my

She protectively cradled the baby closer, not because she remembered anything he had done,

wariness in her eyes, he let out a resigned chuckle, “Even with your memory gone, you’re still so guarded against me.

mockery in his voice, and her tone turned icy, “Stubbornness is in my bones, but my memory isn’t something I can control. If you’re trying to mock

you. I’m mocking Bernard. He gave everything for you, and in return, you’ve forgotten him. It’s

“How does my forgetting him a victory

wanted him dead. So, in pursuit of that goal, I used you to hurt him. But the old you would’ve despised me for it. Now, with no

Eleanor’s heart to seize. She looked at Yates, disbelief etched on her face, “I may have lost my memory, but I’m

You were more ruthless than I could ever be. Now a little memory loss, and you’re

ears rejected his words, “That’s impossible. I’m an orphan. I don’t even know who my parents are, let alone kill them

it becomes. Just like you

splitting with pain. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, and I don’t want to hear any more. I’ve forgotten, so let me forget. Stop pushing