A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 205

After they left, Bernard turned to Bryson, who was standing to one side with frightened pale face, and said, "Get a doctor for Liana."

Bryson quickly nodded, "Alright, I'll go get a doctor right away..."

Bryson rushed out, and Liana, lying on the ground unable to move, strained to turn her gaze toward Bernard. Seeing his right hand wrapped in bandages, bleeding profusely from holding a gun just now, her expression faltered slightly.

Liana said, "Mr. Laurence, let me help you stop the bleeding first."

She tried to force herself to sit up, but was sternly stopped by him, "No need."

Bernard dropped this sentence and walked over to sit on the sofa, his indifferent eyes coldly gazing at the glow of the setting sun. Liana saw the darkness in his eyes, as if he had lost the vibrancy of life, never to be bright again.

Seeing Bernard like this, a wave of deep guilt surged up in her heart...

Her lips, reddened from being hit by a belt, opened to apologize, "I'm sorry, Mr. Laurence..."

She had always thought that he didn't care about Ms. Shultz, until he said to her on the phone with a helpless tone, “Liana, it's one thing if others don't know, but don't you know either?”

She finally understood that he did care about Ms. Shultz, he just hid that care deep in his heart. But because of her presumptuous assumptions, he was unaware of Ms. Shultz's health situation and missed the last moments with her.

And because of her deliberate concealment, he didn't get to see Ms. Shultz one last time, leaving them separated by life and death with regrets.

Thinking about all this, guilt and remorse overwhelmed her, "Mr. Laurence, I'm sorry. I owe you, and I owe Ms. Shultz. If it weren't for me getting Ms. Shultz involved with Joelle Valona, she wouldn't have died so soon. I'm the one who caused her death..."

It wasn't until Bryson brought the doctor in that he got up and left, his figure so solitary as if he was the only one left in the world.

Bernard went to his study, opened a locked drawer, and took out a golden mask and a bottle of green plant juice.

He picked up the paintbrush and, facing his own neck, began to depict stroke after stroke...

After finishing, he picked up his phone and made a call.

The person on the other end quickly answered and respectfully asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

He stared coldly at the night that had already fallen outside the window, and said coldly, "Caleb, tonight's targets are Joelle and Sophie Ratliff."