A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 840

"No need; I've made up my mind..."

Liana wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes and pushed Will's hand away.

"I'm sorry..."

After taking revenge on Tyler, she did plan to be with Will. But she realized that a peaceful life of being loved didn't belong to her.

"Liana, no matter how you refuse me, I'll wait for you."

He will avenge her for the harm Tyler caused!

"Will, stop being a fool."

For Liana, pushing Will away was actually protecting him. Tyler, that nut job, was a ticking time bomb capable of anything.

"You know I'm a fool, so stop treating me like this."

Will dropped these words, turned around, and left the villa. His stubborn silhouette left Liana powerless as she collapsed onto the steps.

In the car.

"Uncle Bernard..."

Nina, holding her doll, called out to Bernard, who was covering Eleanor with a blanket.

Bernard lifted his thick eyelashes and said, "Quiet down, don't wake her."

Nina: ...

She was already speaking softly, okay?

Nina held out her doll to Bernard and asked, "Are you taking this doll or not?"

The doll was so dirty that Bernard didn't even want to look at it. "No."

It's too dirty; he feared he wouldn't sleep for half a year if he accepted it.

Nina was almost infuriated by Bernard: "Hmph, if it wasn't for my mom telling me to give this toy to the person I trust the most, I wouldn't give it to you!"

Only then did Bernard shift his gaze from Eleanor to the doll in Nina's hand and asked, "Is this doll a keepsake from Emilia?"

Nina nodded proudly and said, "Yes, it's a doll my mom made for me when I was very little. Cool, isn't it?"

Bernard stared at the doll thoughtfully for a few seconds, then tapped Aidyn Reyes on the back and said, "Gloves."

Nina, on the other hand, was holding a pile of cotton and crying loudly.

Aidyn asked anxiously, "Mr. Laurence, what should we do if the child cries?"

Bernard didn't care. "Comfort her."

Aidyn was at a loss, scratching his head. "How to comfort her?"

The man looked up from the chip and gave Aidyn a cold glance. "If I knew, what would I need you for?"

Aidyn picked up the cotton scattered on the ground and stuffed it back into the doll's stomach. "Nina, don't cry; the doll's skin isn't completely torn. It can still be used if we sew it up."

As she sobbed and wiped her tears, Nina asked, "How many stitches will it need?"

Aidyn, "Maybe a few dozen?"

He paused, then raised another doubt: "Or... maybe a few hundred?"

Nina: ...

Aidyn, "Should we ask a doctor?"