A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1274

Watching Evan’s hunched figure, the light in Eleanor’s eyes faded bit by bit. She seemed to be sinking in endless darkness, filled with despair.

Her mind was filled with images of Bernard’s skull being cracked open. She didn’t know if they had given him any anesthetic. If they had, at least it would slightly alleviate the pain. If they hadn’t, it meant coldly cutting him open, then feeling the stuff in his brain being scooped out bit by bit…

Just thinking about Bernard dying after going through such pain, Eleanor’s heart felt like it was being torn in two. She took deep breaths but couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen. The strong sense of suffocation made her feel like she couldn’t breathe, like even the air couldn’t come in.

She couldn’t bear even a minor injury to Bernard, yet he was treated so brutally. How could she bear it, how?!

Eleanor clutched her chest in pain. She bent over but couldn’t alleviate the heart-wrenching pain. Tears rolled from her eyes, drop after drop, onto the floor….

Evan saw the tears on the ground and looked up to see Eleanor in unbearable pain. At this moment, feelings of guilt and self-blame welled up in him, making it even harder for him to look at her.

“My sister made him protect me, so he protected me…”

Mr. Law had traded his life for Evan’s…

Thinking of how Bernard had pushed him to safety, Evan buried his head deeper into his knees.

“I’m sorry…”

The sound in Eleanor’s ears slowly returned. Her swollen eyes moved from her toes, and she looked at Evan who had his head buried in his knees…

you, so…he left

shaky, she barely managed

her that he would come back, but he had left

bravery

look of endless irony appeared on Eleanor’s

could she blame him for this?

No.

saving someone, not hurting

also didn’t. So in the end, she could only suppress all

hand from her chest, wiped the tears from her face, and looked

are his

see his remains, otherwise she wouldn’t believe that he was really

us could see

clenched his fists

life, he took the door of death, and our paths were opposite,

recover Caleb’s broken bones, but he couldn’t

the door of death would be strapped to an operating table by masked men in black, have their heads cut open from the back, then have the stuff inside scooped

the wrong choices. That’s what happened to the gamblers who entered with them. Once the door opened, they were taken

before the door opened, Bernard pushed him into the door of life

had seen Bernard’s body, hope gradually ignited in Eleanor’s

his head being cut open with your own