A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1471

After all, who could love Eleanor more than her husband? Robin knew that, but what of it? He was both painfully aware and sweetly addicted to his own despair. He couldn’t do anything about it.

Yet, seeing Eleanor like this filled Robin with immense regret. If he had known she would end up this way, he would have answered her question that day—the one she posed to him with her dying breath in lip-sync. He should have been forthright with her!

Robin despised his own cowardice, his strict adherence to propriety, but these feelings paled in comparison to his love for Eleanor. They were nothing but a minor regret, utterly insignificant.

Now, if he could, he would plead with the heavens to take on her suffering so they could live a happy life together...

After all, no one would care whether Robin was alive or dead, but Eleanor was different. She was the beacon of hope for many, Bernard, Hailey Vulpe, Serenina Ziegler, their newborn son, and countless others who cared for her...

As Robin silently prayed to trade places with Eleanor, a man in a black trench coat, drenched in rain, stepped out of his car. His hurried steps were a bit disheveled, but he moved quickly...

By the time Garett arrived at the hospital, Eleanor had already been moved to the intensive care unit, with Bernard holding her hand, refusing to leave her side.

The doctors had told them the harsh truth, and after a day and night of vigil, everyone had left except Bernard, who refused to believe it was the end.

He was convinced that Eleanor had simply lost her way and that she would find it back home. So, Bernard had sent Aidyn and Scott all over the world to find the best doctors, believing in a miracle against all odds.

And if that miracle never came, then they would abide by their pact, for better or for worse, in life and death. Eleanor would be waiting for him on the road, not minding a slight delay.

Garett never saw the battered Eleanor, only catching a glimpse through the ICU glass of a pale Bernard, gripping Eleanor's hand and staring intensely at the figure on the bed.

When he received the news from Sigrid, he was abroad for a leg check-up. He couldn't even finish the examination before he rushed back, only to be informed that Eleanor was in a deep coma with little chance of awakening.

He thought that if the girl he once loved were doing well, that would be enough. But to think that after cutting ties, her fate would still be so dire.

Sometimes Garett wondered if he hadn't rejected Eleanor back then, if he had followed through with their marriage, would she have been spared so much suffering?

Regretful Garett had the ICU door opened and with heavy steps, he approached Bernard.

He didn't glance at Bernard. His eyes, slightly reddened, were fixated on the pale, gaunt face that had haunted his dreams...

His hand twitched at his side, then, shedding all pretense of restraint, he reached out to touch Eleanor's cheek. But before his fingertips could brush the face he longed for, a strong hand shoved him away, "Don't touch her!"