A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1308

“Robin!” Eleanor clenched her fists, pounding furiously against the glass door.

The door retracted, and her fists hit the wall instead.

It was painful, yet numb, as she continued to hammer at the wall.

Her small fists wore through the skin, blood seeping out, staining the wall a chilling red. But the wall still stood, unyielding, showing no signs of opening.

Eleanor used all her strength but could not break through. Her hands slowly slid down from the door. Her despair, etched in blood, made her look like a lifeless doll.

“Robin, I can’t break this wall, I’m sorry, I can’t save you…”

Eleanor knelt on the floor, helpless, staring at the white wall that separated life from death.

Her body felt drained of blood, her limbs cold.

Robin… That lofty, moody, somewhat odd man, had met his end because of her…

Tears welled up in Eleanor’s eyes, rolling down her cheeks. If it wasn’t for her, Robin wouldn’t have died. It was her fault, her incompetence. She hadn’t found Bernard, hadn’t found Caleb, and now Robin was gone.

hands, letting

have stopped him from following her. Then

covered in blood, Eleanor’s heart clenched and her frail body shivered. She leaned against the wall, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms.

of facing anyone, especially

return to your room. The ninth round will start

but Eleanor didn’t hear it.

surveillance feed stopped, and 2-7 smirked, turning to

clenched into fists, blood dripping onto his trousers and the floor. The dripping sound

yet, the more blood dripped, the more satisfied she seemed. As if only such

man who was helping her is dead, let’s see

stood up, leaving the room with an air

Mr. Nine sitting on the sofa like a statue.

sat there. Eventually, a mechanical arm picked her up and returned her

without Robin’s figure

room was now inhabited by her alone.

white walls,

Robin’s bed, pulled open

was what Robin had saved bit by bit over the past two months. He was always worried she would go hungry, so he would only eat a little and save the rest for her, yet he was always pretending to complain that he didn’t like eating much.