Chapter 1268

Just a single sentence already soothed Eleanor’s anxious heart, but for some reason, tears started streaming down her face, dotting the letter in her hands.

“How’s he doing over there?”

She asked, sobbing, to the stranger who delivered the letter.

Seeing Eleanor’s tear-streaked face, the man hesitated for a moment, then gave a nod

“He’s doing well, don’t worry.”

“When is he coming back?”

“I’m not sure about that.”

“Where is he, can I go see him? ..”

Before Eleanor could finish, the man interrupted her.

Shultz, I have other matters to attend to, I can’t stay and

he quickly turned

still, watching the car speed

under the trees also started up and

glanced back at the fading

guess that the one offering her comfort

for him to go to her. There was never a real

looked down at another white

letter would remain

return safely from the dangerous situation as soon

letter Bernard gave her, repeatedly comforting herself. If he could send someone with a letter, it meant he was alive. As long as he was alive, as long as he was okay, what were two

for Bernard at home. Duting this time, Hailey would visit, accompany her, provide warmth and strength, but none of this could

her appetite, her body growing weak. Bryson, seeing her like this, always encouraged her to eat more, but she had no appetite. Often, she would sit by the window, clutching Bernard’s letter,

up from a nightmare. Sweat-drenched, she sat up, leaning against the headboard, clutching her racing

but none as vivid and

was locked in a dark room, surrounded by men in black wielding knives, hurting him. He was

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