A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1481

The Laurence family was up in arms, and it was Veronica who lit the fuse. She stormed into Yates’

office with the fury of a hurricane, her voice echoing through the chambers like a gavel of justice. “You

owe us an apology, Yates. You’ve crossed a line with Bernard’s chip implant, and my family won’t stand

for it,” she declared.

With Blake gone, Veronica had taken the reins of the old family estate, and she wasn’t about to let Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Yates off the hook easily. After discovering the invasive procedure Yates had performed on her brother,

she rallied her brothers and set out for North Funland, where Yates resided.

Yates had the means to quell the Laurence family’s wrath, but he chose to stay silent, knowing he was

in the wrong. So, he took their verbal lashings without a word of protest. Once they had made their

presence felt at the Sharp family estate, Veronica laid down her terms, “I won’t demand a life for a life

right now, Yates. What I want is for you to find a way to remove that chip from my brother’s brain, no

matter what it takes… or else.”

Her threat hung in the air, unspoken but clear as day, and Yates understood all too well. “I know an old

surgeon, Dr. Moore, who’s quite skilled in neurosurgery. Let me bring him to assess Bernard’s condition

before we make any promises, okay?”

Veronica, arms crossed and back against the sofa, lifted her icy chin and replied coolly, “That chip is

your doing, Yates. If your ‘old surgeon’ can’t remove it and heal my brother, then you better be

prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice as atonement.”

In other words, it was a promise or bust for the Laurences. United in their determination, they left Yates

contemplating his own family’s future, and finally, with a heavy heart, he agreed.

Yates, now with Dr. Moore in tow, returned stateside, putting off a visit to his granddaughter Eleanor to

attend to Bernard’s urgent situation first.

Bernard was a shell of a man, broken and spiritless, as doctors poked and prodded without eliciting

even a twitch. He seemed to have lost all will to live, he seemed bereft of purpose.

After examining Bernard’s condition, Dr. Moore shook his head at Yates in a silent signal of defeat.

Yates glanced at Veronica, “Miss Laurence, let me see my granddaughter and leave some last words

for her. Then, I’ll return to fulfill my debt to you.”

Veronica and her brothers were stunned. They’d expected Yates, with his medical connections, to do

the impossible. To them, Bernard’s life mattered more than anything, and they realized Eleanor had

married into a family that valued life as much as the Sharps did.

Leaning on his cane, Yates approached Veronica with a look of regret. “The chip in Bernard’s brain isn’t

just a small hindrance; it’s a lethal virus I developed, never intended for someone like him, Eleanor’s

husband.”

Veronica’s face flushed with anger. “Bernard is Eleanor’s husband, your granddaughter’s partner, and

you’ve created something that could kill him? You’re heartless!”

Yates accepted his fate. “It was my team who implanted it, and for that, I am deeply sorry. Let me

speak to Eleanor, and then… I will make amends.”

With eyes blazing, Veronica wanted to lash out at Yates but restrained herself, considering his

relationship with Eleanor. She turned her back on Yates, signaling her reluctant consent. Yates,

understanding her gesture, left the room to find Eleanor.

In Eleanor’s hospital room, she awoke to the sight of Hailey feeding a baby with a bottle. Confused,

Eleanor furrowed her brow, “Hailey, whose child is that?”

Relieved at Eleanor’s awakening, Hailey responded, “This is your child, Eleanor… It’s because of this

little one that you’ve been unconscious for so long…”

Eleanor’s gaze shifted from Hailey to the chubby-cheeked infant. “Are you telling me… I risked my life

to bring him into the world?”

Her disbelief was evident. She loved Garett, but not to the extent of sacrificing her life. Now, it seemed,

she had loved Bernard enough to bear his child at great peril to herself.

Hailey sighed, seeing Eleanor’s incredulity. “Eleanor, it’s because of this baby that you suffered

amnesia and forgot all about Bernard.”

In the end, it all traced back to Blake’s scheme. If only he had spoken sooner, two people so in love

could have had a simpler life. Now, one was grappling with memory loss, and the other was facing

death.