A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1484

After an intense treatment, Eleanor’s vital signs stabilized, but she remained unconscious, leaving everyone to wonder if she would ever wake up again.

“Yates, you’ve gone too far this time,” Moore chided after finishing his work, casting a worried glance at Yates who sat beside the hospital bed. “If she doesn’t pull through this time, she may never wake up again…”

“You can’t just shock someone’s memory back. You have to be gentle, roundabout. This way is too risky; you could end up killing her.”

Yates didn’t respond. He just stared at Eleanor’s pale face, silently willing her to awaken.

If her love for Bernard was strong enough, then surely the news of his death, along with the threat to their child, would ignite her will to wake. A Sharp had to be resilient. Without that resilience, they didn’t deserve the Sharp blood running through their veins.

Yates believed with all his heart that Eleanor would come back to them, and that his drastic methods would restore her memory quickly. After all, she had survived death itself; what was a little amnesia in comparison?

So there he sat, vigil by the hospital bed, through the day and night, until the next morning when the snow began to fall again. That’s when Yates finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, “Eleanor, my sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.”

If not, he’d have to live with the guilt of having played a part in her demise, adding

of Eleanor waking, Yates’ grip on his cane tightened. Just when he was about to give up hope, her

Moore, who had dozed off, “Her fingers moved,

from his eyes, approached the bed and began to monitor her signs. “Let’s give it another five minutes to see if she opens her eyes. If

were excruciating, like ants on a hot pan, unable to sit still. He watched Eleanor, mentally urging her to wake up. Perhaps it

the snowflakes, then gradually, awareness returned. But this time, as her clear eyes met Yates’, they were

you so cruel?”

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Chapter 1484

seemingly unaffected by her

last, you remember.”

to remove the tubes from her body. As she pulled them out, blood followed, her eyes watering with the pain, but she continued,

cried, trying to stop her. “You need treatment after waking from a deep coma. You can’t just rip out the tubes. Do you want to die?”

lacked the strength to push him away. Instead, she glared at him