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.

I have other matters to attend to, I

he quickly turned around

letter, standing still, watching

under the trees also started up and

car, glanced back at the fading figure

that the one offering her comfort

to go to her. There was

at another white envelope

letter would remain

would return safely from the dangerous situation

meant he was alive. As long as he was alive, as

visit, accompany her, provide warmth

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, lost in

she sat up, leaning against the headboard, clutching her racing heart. The images replaying in her mind were of a

none as vivid and real as

room, surrounded by men in black wielding knives, hurting him. He was tied up, unable to move, and

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