A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1167

Bernard, Eleanor, Aidyn and the gang made a midnight dash to Panama, where they found Liana, sitting by a floor–to–ceiling window, looking eerily like Tyler. She was seeking redemption in her own way, telling both the living and the dead that she loved him.

When Aidyn saw Liana, who had already passed away, he fell to his knees in agony. He was usually a tough nut to crack, but now he was crying like a baby

“Liana, it’s all my fault I should have taken better care of you, protected you. If I hadn’t screwed up as your cousin, you wouldn’t have ended up like this. I brought this disaster upon you, made you the scapegoat. I’m to blame for all of this.”

Aidyn slapped himself, hard Jill Naylor, nearby, quickly intervened, grabbing his arm and sinking down beside him, tears streaming silently

Eleanor released Bernard’s hand and approached Liana, her eyes fixed on Liana’s lifeless features. She couldn’t find words.

Just a month prior, Liana had been joyfully running on the beach with Nina, her laughter infectious and her skirt dancing in the wind. How could someone so full of life be gone just like that?

was cold and stiff, she had been gone for some time, leaving no warmth behind.

at Liana, the grief in her heart was indescribable,

holding Liana’s hand, trying desperately to warm it up, but no matter how hard she tried,

her godmother forever, to watch her grow up. How could you

her voice trembling, she could not hold back her tears, her tears fell on Liana’s hand, not rolling off, as

Tyler. This was a fact, nothing could change that. They didn’t have the power to turn back time, nor the power to bring people back to life. They could only watch helplessly as

arrived at the scene and read out

sorry I can no longer help with your treatment. But my mentor, Mr. Keith, is a better doctor than me. He’ll help

owe you an apology too. Dr. Yeager, who I recommended to you, wasn’t as good as I said, and you almost suffered the same harm as me. I’ve been feeling guilty about it, I’m sorry. Also, Mr. Laurence

before I hurriedly left. But I believe you can understand me. I’ve been used all my life, and I lost the person I loved the most. How could I continue to live? Death is the best relief for me, so please don’t cry

only a bit older than me, you’ve always

of you was the luckiest and most beautiful thing in my life. Even though I’m gone,