A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1372

They clearly knew that she had been to Area Opaca and what she had experienced there, yet they could still hide it from her as if nothing had happened.

They spun a story that it was her resemblance to Emilia that caught their attention. But Eleanor knew it was a lie; they had seen her in the Area Opaca first and followed her trail from there.

How could they come to her, weaving lies and half-truths, and expect her to embrace them as kin?

And there was more… For half a year, Bernard had been consumed by his investigation into the origins of Area Opaca, leaving Eleanor to fend for herself. Caleb had even lost his life in that damn place.

How could they commit such atrocities and then show up on her doorstep, expecting her to face Katherine as if nothing had happened? Clutching the golden leaf in her hand, Eleanor felt her heart turn to stone, her emotions a mix of disappointment and rage.

While she was wrestling with her fury and contemplating her next move, footsteps approached. The study door swung open, revealing a figure clad in a crisp white suit.

Yates, having failed to find Eleanor downstairs, had guessed she might be here. His eyes flicked to the family tree sprawled beside her, a hint of exasperation on his face. Peterson, that damn brat, dared to send Eleanor here.

sigh, Yates maintained his composure and stepped forward to take the shimmering gold leaf from

he said, his voice calm as he settled into the chair behind the desk. “But I must clarify something. I didn’t know of your existence until after you left Area Opaca. The ordeal you and your husband went through there-it’s

known about her sooner. But it was

emotions and took a seat across from

the case,” she said evenly, “you should

possibly expose you to

lofty justification, Eleanor

really think that by deceitfully bringing me back here to add my name to some

the kind reserved for the truly wicked. To

plans. “Eleanor Sharp,” he began, using her formal name, “I’m sorry that upon your return to the Sharp family, you’ve encountered a less than flattering image of your grandfather. I take responsibility for that. But…” He paused, drawing a photograph from the desk drawer and

died?”

gaze remained fixed on Yates, her mind racing on how

killed by

to Eleanor’s