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.

he looked down at the baby and said, “Never thought I’d meet my

words. She protectively cradled the baby closer, not because she remembered anything he had done, but because Hailey’s evident fear of

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

the 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 me for that, you’re sadly

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

asked, “How does my forgetting him

hurt him. But the old you would’ve despised me for it. Now, with no memory of the man

at Yates, disbelief etched on her face, “I may have lost

your own biological father and your half-sister. You were more ruthless

impossible. I’m an orphan. I don’t even know who my parents are, let alone kill them

impossible it seems, the more possible it becomes. Just like you losing your memory – it’s something I never

saying, and I don’t