A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1377

Without offering any explanation or begging for mercy, Peterson simply walked into the middle of the study. With his back to Yates, he shrugged off his coat and knelt down with a stoic grace.

With a whip in hand, Yates rose from the leather couch, his gaze unwavering as he lashed out at Peterson’s scar-riddled back. Twenty times the whip cracked, each strike splitting skin and drawing fresh, crimson blood that spurted out in a grim display. Through the excruciating pain, Peterson didn’t utter a single sound.

Once done, Yates tossed the whip aside and stared coldly at Peterson.

“The chip in Bernard’s head, and the injuries he had-I don’t want you mentioning a word to Eleanor. Next time, it won’t just be twenty lashes.”

Biting back the pain, Peterson dressed, turned with a pale face, and nodded to Yates.

“You have my word, I won’t interfere any further.”

He had already betrayed his grandfather once, he couldn’t bear to do it again. So now, it was up to Eleanor to uncover the truth on her own.

After dealing with Peterson, Yates stood up, “We set out for Area Opaca now. We must return by six in the morning. Make the arrangements.”

“Understood.”

order, pushed open the door of the study just as Eleanor appeared outside, waiting. He quickly wiped the sweat from his brow before

thing. And with two bodyguards stationed outside, she couldn’t

by the black suit, smiled reassuringly. “Our grandfather? How could he be tough

but Peterson, pressed for time, cut her off. “Dear Eleanor, my mother isn’t feeling well. I

demeanor, Eleanor nodded. “Then go, but if Yates gives you

but smile at her words. Twenty lashes in exchange for his cousin’s trust and care was

necessary preparations, Peterson and Yates left through the back of the mansion. A group of figures in black, their faces masked, quickly made their

a chilling sight: rows upon rows of transparent glass chambers, lying on the floor as far as the eye could see. From above, one could peer

biochemical experiments,

raised, his long, elegant hands resting on it. Following those

emptiness and uncountable despair-the despair of a husband who has lost his wife to the sea, and of a man surrounded by bioengineered beings once comrades and friends. Now they were all gone, and he was powerless to do anything

he had wished to join them, but the hatred etched into his bones kept waking him in those cold, desolate nights, forcing

time and again,