Chapter 1378

The name Eleanor sent an electric jolt through Bernard’s long-stagnant heart, igniting a spark in his dim eyes.

“Eleanor’s news?”

She and the child she carried had sunk to the depths of the sea. What news could there possibly be? Yates remained silent, his stare fixed on Bernard with an intensity that spoke volumes.

The anxious man, seeing no response, felt his temper darken, “Speak up!”

After a drawn silence, Yates stepped back, sinking into a sofa with the weight of unsaid words. “You think Eleanor’s dead, don’t you?”

Bernard’s eyes flickered with a storm of emotions before settling into a shade of skepticism.

“If you’re here to play me with some fake information of her survival, just get out.”

Sophie and Cameron would never let Eleanor off the hook. Who would save her? Who could?

He didn’t believe it, and Yates, unhurried, gestured to Peterson with a flick of his cigarette-bearing fingers, “Show him the video.”

With understanding, Peterson pulled out his phone, opening a video sent from a photographer at the family reunion. He placed it before Bernard’s eyes.

beneath a pear tree, clad in a champagne gown, her gaze lost in the crowd.

taken tonight. Timestamped for

misty eyes locked onto the woman

It couldn’t be a fake.

struggled against tears. With each throb of his heart came a pang of pain, even his palms ached. His trembling fingers reached out, yearning to touch that face on the screen,

he could do was tear his gaze from the video to look at Peterson, his eyes brimming with a

ignoring the questioning look. He took

before him, yet in his powerlessness, he sought their mercy,

even ask what the terms were. For Eleanor, he would agree

were enemies, and that chip in his brain a catalyst for their bitter rift

Bernard with a measured tone, “Cameron pushed her into the sea, then went back and saved her.”

that made it hard for Bernard to believe,

very man sent to kill Eleanor…

the sea, Eleanor revealed to Cameron that she was

her life, only to be cast

spring, it gave him a reason to live. His lips curled slightly, his emotions spilling over in that subtle smile.

Eleanor lived, the world was beautiful to him. In that instant, he even felt gratitude towards

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