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.”

Eleanor appeared outside, waiting. He quickly

soundproof; Eleanor hadn’t heard a thing. And with two bodyguards stationed outside, she

concerned whether Yates had been harsh with him. Peterson, his injuries hidden by the black suit, smiled

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

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

Twenty lashes in exchange for his cousin’s trust and care was a price he was

back of the mansion. A group of figures in

as the eye could see. From above, one could peer through the glass and see the lifeless bodies within.

not just any bodies; they were specimens for biochemical experiments, each marked with the

man sat against the floor, one knee raised, his long, elegant hands resting on it. Following those well-defined fingers upward, one met a face chiseled and hauntingly beautiful, devoid 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 but

but the hatred etched into his bones kept

did, time and again, through infection