A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1468

Bernard’s eyes were rimmed with a dark crimson, a testament to countless sleepless nights and worry

that hung heavy in his heart. He stood, transfixed by the sight of Eleanor, lying still on the operating

table. She had listened to him, fought tooth and nail, and returned from death’s doorstep…

“Eleanor, you’re a true fighter,” Bernard whispered, a silent prayer of thanks escaping his lips. He had

never been more grateful or more terrified, but thankfully, she had pulled through.

His hands were planted firmly on the cold hospital floor, palms slick with the blood that had dripped

down from his clenched fists. The fear that had gripped him still shook his body, rendering him too

weak to even consider standing…

It wasn’t until the piercing cry of a newborn filled the room that Bernard lifted his gaze to see Mr. Keith

cradling the tiny infant. The baby, so tiny and delicate, had inherited his mother’s fierce spirit and had This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

also made it through…

The sound of the baby’s cries, mingled with the steady beep of the heart monitor, made Bernard feel

the overwhelming power of life for the first time. A wave of emotion swelled within him, threatening to

spill over.

The infant, now safely ensconced in an incubator, wasn’t out of the woods yet. His survival was

momentary, and it would take the doctors’ relentless effort to keep him alive. Blake, having seen his

great-grandson survive, felt no need to linger any longer. As he turned to leave, he felt Bernard’s icy

grip on his ankle…

Blake looked down, locking eyes with Bernard’s bloodthirsty gaze just before being thrown to the

ground. Before he could react, a barrage of punches rained down on him…

Bernard unleashed his fury, his fists pounding relentlessly, the old man’s blood soon staining the

hospital floor.

Blake’s entourage, seeing their boss beaten to a pulp, moved to intervene but were halted by Bernard’s

chilling threat, “Touch him, and you’ll never see another sunrise!”

Blake couldn’t believe the depth of Bernard’s vengeance. Despite he had saved his great-grandchild’s

life, Bernard repaid Blake with violence instead of gratitude. He was furious at Bernard, whose behavior

had been devoid of humanity.

“Bernard, how dare you strike your own grandfather? You defy all natural law!”

“In this world, the one who truly defies natural law is you!”

If Bernard had a gun at that moment, he would have used it without hesitation, rather than his fists, to

unleash the inferno raging in his chest.

It didn’t take long for Blake to lose consciousness under Bernard’s relentless assault. But Bernard,

straddling the fallen man, didn’t cease his punishment.

Cedric had intended to intervene, but Hailey, his wife, held him back. “Don’t. That man has no soul. It’d

be better if he were dead!”

Hailey glared at Blake with righteous indignation. If it weren’t for him, Eleanor would never have been

pregnant, never have suffered like this. And now, because of Blake’s selfishness, they had almost lost

her. Hailey could hardly contain her hatred; she longed for Bernard to end him.

Cedric hesitated, torn between his wife’s wishes and the man who had treated him decently.

As Cedric grappled with what to do, an urgent voice came from the operating room, “The patient has a

cerebral hemorrhage. Prepare the surgical tools, I need to perform a craniotomy immediately!”

Bernard, who had been venting his anger, froze upon hearing the doctor’s announcement. The

murderous aura that had enveloped him vanished instantly, replaced by a familiar sense of despair.

“What did you say?!” Yates, who had been standing guard outside, couldn’t believe the turn of events

either and stepped inside.

“She was stable, how could she suddenly have a brain bleed?!”

The senior surgeon glanced at Bernard and Yates with urgency. “Pregnant women with preeclampsia

undergoing C-section are prone to complications like cerebral hemorrhage or cardiac failure. This

patient had a heart transplant, experienced a massive hemorrhage, and even went into cardiac arrest.

It’s a miracle she didn’t have a cerebral hemorrhage sooner!”

With no time to waste, Dr. Moore took the scalpel from a nurse and ordered the operating room cleared

of non-essential personnel to avoid infection.

“Keep family members out right now,” he instructed as he prepped for the surgery. “The rest of you,

sterilize the room again!”

As Dr. Moore began the craniotomy, Bernard and Yates were ushered out, along with Blake, who was

still unconscious on the floor.

Mr. Keith, who had been about to leave, was stopped by the surgeon. “The patient is likely to suffer

cardiac and renal failure post-operation. You’ll need to take over for the hematoma evacuation and

decompressive craniectomy.”

Mr. Keith had the skills; he had saved the baby’s life, after all. The senior surgeon trusted in his own

ability to handle complications, but in case of the worst, it was better to have more doctors on hand.