A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 424

Eleanor shot him a glance, speaking calmly, "Bernard, if I have a baby, will you let me go?"

The man stiffened. He kept his head low, not daring to meet her eyes.

Eleanor continued, "I can have a baby, but after that, I hope you can set me free."

Bernard felt a chill running down his spine.

He lifted his head slowly, staring at the woman lying in the hospital bed. The sight of her pale, bloodless face made his heart ache so much that he could hardly breathe.

After a long while, he reached out a trembling hand to touch Eleanor's face.

"Eleanor, you don't have to have a baby... I'll let you go."

Bernard struggled to get the words out.

His eyes were filled with lingering affection and tears of regret. He didn't want to let her go, but he had no choice but to set her free.

He had hurt her, right from the beginning, possibly damaging her chances of becoming a mother.

It was a mistake that could never be made up.

No wonder happiness had always eluded him.

He had brought all this upon himself.

He deserved it.

Eleanor stared at Bernard, surprised at his pale face.

He actually agreed to let her go? And she didn't even have to have a baby? Was it because she had been unconscious?

Eleanor didn't understand why he agreed, but it did lift her spirits a bit. "So when can I leave?"

Bernard gave a bitter smile. "Once you're fully recovered, I'll drive you to the airport."

At that, Eleanor nodded slightly and closed her eyes. She was too weak to say anything more.

Was she unable to ever have her own child?

The pain suddenly hit her heart, leaving her breathless.

Her hand clenched the sheets tightly.

Well, that's life. She should stop hoping for these things and just focus on her designs.

She would, like her sister, leave her mark in this world through her architectural designs, proving her existence. That would be more meaningful.

She knew Bernard didn't tell her directly and chose to let her go because he couldn't face her, but Eleanor didn't blame him.

Some things were destined from the start, and nobody was to blame. They were never from the same world.

Eleanor lay on her side, with her eyes closed, not wanting to embarrass him or confront the harsh reality herself.

They sat and lay in close proximity, but the distance between them seemed to grow ever wider.