A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 667

Pearce Hooper rushed to learn about the situation, and Ethan's body was frozen hard. He stood in the morgue, staring in disbelief at Ethan's figure, now covered by a white cloth.

Unlike the scene Eleanor had witnessed, Ethan had been cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes.

He lay there, as if he were just sleeping, calm as ever, with no signs of death.

Taking tentative steps, Pearce moved closer, reaching out a hand to touch Ethan's face, only to find he didn't have the guts.

"Master…" he whispered. Normally, if he disturbed his master's sleep, he'd get a good scolding. But now, Ethan lay there quietly, unresponsive to his call.

Tears welled up in Pearce's eyes. "Master, what happened? We still had a deal, didn't we?"

Ethan had once patted Pearce's shoulder, promising, "When you have more trophies than me, I'll build you a golden house."

Knowing Pearce's love for gold, his master would occasionally buy him small gold trinkets to put in his vault.

Even though they were gifts for him, his master would always joke about reclaiming the vault when he ran out of money.

His master wasn't exactly a saint, nor was he thoroughly wicked. But he was, in a way, a pitiful man.

He never seemed to express himself right, often saying the opposite of what he meant, which made a lot of people dislike him.

Only Pearce saw the loneliness in his master. Sometimes, seeing him lost in thought in his office, he felt pity for him…

At times like this, Pearce would try his best to crack a joke to make his master smile.

His jokes were never funny, but his master would always respond with a faint smile and a casual rebuke, "Pearce, get lost!"

Now, looking at Ethan's frozen body, Pearce cried, "Master, why aren't you scolding me?"

What was meant as a joke sounded so heartbreaking to George…

His two friends were both gone.

He knew, he'd always known, that Ethan had been ready to leave ever since Emilia passed.

For Ethan, death might be the best release.