Chapter 1470

Bernard grasped Eleanor’s icy hand, pressing it against his own blood-streaked face, His fingertips, coated in crimson, smeared a haunting red across her pallid cheeks.

Bernard’s eyelashes fluttered downward as his gaze wandered over her battered form-so many incisions, so much blood loss, tubes protruding everywhere. She must be in agony, he thought. For the first time, he realized that to ache for someone was not merely an internal twinge but an overwhelming desire to suffer in their stead,

He would take it all upon himself if he could, bear every sin, endure any torment, just to spare his Eleanor from further pain. Even death seemed a fair trade.

Bowing his weary head, Bernard clung to Eleanor’s hand, his tall and once steadfast frame now hunched over like a penitent worshipper seeking absolution at the altar,

Even from outside the operating room, anyone could see the powerful man shaking. uncontrollably, his whole body trembling with each labored breath.

No one could tell if Bernard was crying, but all knew his suffering was profound. To be caught between life and death, to desire relief but find none-this was a torment like no

other.

his wife and child was an unimaginable trial. No one knew how Bernard had endured these long

until she was breathless. If it weren’t for Cedric’s support, she would have collapsed. Veronica, hearing Hailey’s

helplessness. Learning of their

Such a grandfather was rare, leaving his grandchildren

It wasn’t long ago that they had embraced at the airport, speaking of future family plans. Now, seeing his cousin so

his eyes. Grasping the hands of Bevis and Antoine Sharp, he stumbled closer to the operating table, the horror becoming clearer with each step.

flowing hair, now shorn to the scalp, Peterson’s eyes reddened. She had always cherished her beauty, and now, stripped of her hair, her body

canvas of wounds.

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Chapter 1470

deep coma nearly beyond hope. This sister, only recently acknowledged, couldn’t just

Moore once saved Mr. Quintus with his

Yates could respond, Moore interjected, “Young master, Mr. Quintus’ situation was a mere coma due

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