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A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 124
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Chapter 124

Eleanor, barely hanging on, strained to look at Bernard as he sped down the road

“Bernard… hurry up and go after your fiancée.. don’t worry about me…”

She managed to finish the sentence in between gasping breaths, which almost seemed to steal her life

away.

She leaned against the passenger seat, gasping for air, but it didn’t alleviate her feeling of suffocation.

Bemard frowned and glanced at her but didn’t respond to her words. He had a cold expression and

drove quickly in silence to the hospital.

Seeing Bernard carrying her and walking briskly towards the hospital, Eleanor weakly reached out with

her hand, trying to grab his white shirt.

1 don’t want to go to the hospital…

Her fingers were ice cold, as if her body temperature had vanished before death, making Bernard

shiver inside.

“Quiet down, good girl. They have oxygen at the hospital.”

Reassuring her, Bernard held the woman tightly in his arms and headed toward the triage desk.

The head of the hospital, who was doing rounds near the triage desk, saw Bernard coming and rushed

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to greet him.

“Mr. Laurence..”

“Liana, she might be having a heart attack, she needs oxygen!”

Liana, wearing a white lab coat, was interrupted by Bernard before she could even open her mouth.

She glanced at the woman in Bernard’s arms who was struggling to breathe, and quickly led them into

a nearby room.

“Please follow me, Mr. Laurence!”

Liana opened the door to an empty room, letting Bernard place Eleanor on the bed. She then quickly

brought an oxygen mask and expertly helped Eleanor put it on.

Breathing in the fresh oxygen, Eleanor relaxed instantly.

She tightly gripped the oxygen mask and breathed in forcefully, bringing enough oxygen to her

suffocating heart.

Seeing her complexion regain some vitality. Bernard’s tense expression gradually returned to his usual

cold and distant demeanor.

He looked at Liana, who was checking on Eleanor and asked, “How is she?”

Liana listened to Eleanor’s heart for a moment and felt that something was off.

“She’s slightly better after having the oxygen. We need to do more tests for a specific diagnosis.”

Although her heart showed signs of failure, Liana didn’t dare to say anything to Bernard before the test

results came back.

Bernard coldly ordered, “Give her a full check–up.”

Liana nodded, “Okay, I’ll arrange it.”

Eleanor, who was currently inhaling oxygen, heard their conversation and gave up struggling.

Since she could no longer hide her illness, she might as well let Bernard know about it.

After Liana left, Bernard took out his phone and called Aidyn, “Two things, clear the hotel’s surveillance

and make Jason shut up.”

Aidyn respectfully replied, “Yes, sir.”

Bernard put down his phone, lowered his head and looked at Eleanor, “Why didn’t you tell me you have

a heart problem?”

His expression remained cold and distant, as if he wasn’t worried about her condition but blaming her

for hiding it from him.

Seeing his cold demeanor, Eleanor’s emotions began to calm.

She tried to remove the oxygen mask to speak, but a hand caught her wrist.

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“Don’t move.”

The man’s pleasant voice resonated near her ear, causing her heart to flutter again

She pressed her unstable heart, trying to control its pounding, but the sudden close proximity of the

man scared her, making it beat even faster.

Bernard’s tall and straight figure cast a suffocating oppression, causing Eleanor to shrink her neck

back.

He remained oblivious, pressing her down onto the bed and gazing at her pale, paper–like face. In a

soft voice, he asked, “do you have any other discomfort?”

It was rare for Bernard to concern her like this. Eleanor was not used to his sudden tenderness.

She pressed her back against the bed to put some distance between them before finally exhaling

slowly.

With her eyes lowered, she whispered, “My back…”

Her obedient and quiet behavior resembled her past self, as if she had never changed at all.

Bernard’s serious face softened slightly

He removed her coat and checked her back.

Three dark red iron rod marks nearly sunk into her flesh.

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Upon closer inspection, her back bone appeared slightly cracked under the marks–prominent and gut–

wrenching.