A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1472

Chapter 1472

Garett was a man of restraint and propriety, always measured in his actions. Even when he knew

Eleanor’s love for him had withered away, he remained steadfast, silently cherishing her from afar.

Such character was indeed precious.

It was this very preciousness that caused Bernard to look up at Garett’s upright silhouette, his

handsome brows furrowed slightly, his eyes bloodshot, betraying a storm of complex emotions.

As the doors of the ICU were about to close, a cool, indifferent voice reached Garett’s ears-

“Thanks…”

Garett halted mid-stride, turning back to glimpse Bernard sitting at the bedside. To the world, he was

proud, but before Eleanor, he was utterly humble. It must have been a profound love that enabled him

to utter such a heartfelt thanks…

Garett had been pulling strings everywhere to find the best doctors, bringing any he found straight to

the hospital. But each one, after examining Eleanor’s condition, echoed the grim prognosis of the old

physicians, the chances of her awakening were slim at best.

The doctors Robin brought were of the same opinion, and so it went with the medical experts consulted Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

by the Sharps, the Laurences, and the Pines. When Yates saw that all the doctors agreed there was no

hope, he lashed out at Blake.

He waited for Blake to be discharged, found the perfect moment, and planned to run him down with his

car. After all, he had no desire to go on living himself. Taking down an old geezer with him seemed

fitting.

But before Yates could floor the accelerator, he saw Blake’s Lincoln get flipped by a big truck just

outside the hospital.

The crash was catastrophic. The truck practically steamrolled over the car, leaving it crushed. Yates, in

shock for a moment, then sighed, echoing Bernard’s earlier words-

Those whom the heavens want to destroy, they first make mad.

When Bernard heard about the old man’s accident, he didn’t blink an eye, nor did he attend the funeral.

His entire focus was on one thing only, finding a doctor who could save Eleanor.

But with each new doctor came a spark of hope, only to be crushed by their verdict. And as if things

weren’t tough enough, the baby in the incubator was also failing.

Bernard who stood vigil by the ICU received one critical condition notice after another. Initially, his hand

shook as he signed them, but eventually, he grew numb…

He didn’t even have time to take a look at his child, to know if it was a boy or a girl. All he could see

was Eleanor, lying unconscious on the hospital bed…

He took care of Eleanor day in and day out, never asking for help, even when exhaustion had him

collapsing in the ICU. He wouldn’t let anyone, not even Hailey, come near Eleanor.

Bernard was stubborn and obsessive, beyond anyone’s persuasion. They could only watch in pity as

he alternated between tending to his newborn and caring for Eleanor.

Robin, a frequent visitor to the ICU, had once thought his love for Eleanor was akin to Bernard’s. Yet

seeing Bernard, gaunt and unkempt from constant vigilance over Eleanor, he realized how far apart

they were…

Even Garett no longer held any animosity towards Bernard. He would stand quietly at the doors of the

ICU, watching the woman he loved being tenderly cared for by a man who loved her even more…

Time flew by, and two months passed in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, the baby that had received so

many critical notices had pulled through and was now ready to leave the incubator and live like any

normal child…

Hailey came to visit Bernard and Eleanor, cradling the child who had grown considerably, evidently

thriving after two months of treatment and care.

“Wanna hold the baby?” Hailey offered the baby to Bernard, but Bernard with downcast eyes did not

reach out his hands. Perhaps if Eleanor had been well, he might have. But in that moment, he simply

glanced at the child and then looked away.