A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 910

Wendy refused to hide, yanking away the covers to reveal her weak legs. Before I go, I want one last walk in the sun Blut look at me, frail and unable to move.” She paused, guilt nickering across her face as she glanced at Eleanor Your mom once mentioned that both you and Emilia share my blood type, AB She asked for a loan and promised to repay the favor with blood if I ever needed it

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Her remorseful and desperate gaze pleaded with Eleanor. “Im sorry for not helping your mom back then. But I was wondering if you could donate some blood for me–just 400cc–to get me on my feet

Though her words sounded sincere, there were fishy elements in her request Firstly, neither she nor Emilia had AB blood type, they both had the common 0 type. Wendy might be searching for them because their mom had lied about their blood type to secure the loan. Secondly, 400cc of blood wouldn’t be enough to restore Wendy’s strength She likely wanted the blood for testing purposes, with uncertain intentions afterward

Before Eleanor could respond, a cold voice cut in “My wife’s blood is not available for lending”

left Wendy

‘Kid, I just need a little blood. It won’t hurt you.”

condition, “If you tell me how you ended up marrying York Spencer, I let you take a small tube of blood. If you lie,

that Robin had no idea about his parents‘ past and thought Vanya was the homewrecker. She had to clear her mother’s name in front of

Eleanor, or more specifically, from Emilia. But since Emilia was dead, she came looking for

had once said that he overheard his grandparents‘ conversation when he was young It was quite understandable that Wendy, who was only a year older than Vanya, didn’t know the secret.

giving Wendy a blood sample and letting her figure out that she wasn’t a real Pine might be more convincing than showing Blake the test results herself This could also get rid of Wendy’s intention to get her organs and change Robin’s

made the offer, Bernard understood her intentions. But he didn’t want Eleanor to get hurt, not

hand and brushed his palm lightly with

didn’t notice their small gesture. She was completely absorbed in Eleanor’s

question, “How did you end up marrying York Spencer?” pierced through Wendy, leaving her feeling utterly exposed. It was as if Eleanor held all the knowledge and was merely playing along with her charade. The sensation of being seen through, even while fully clothed, ignited a seething