A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 909

Though Eleanor harbored doubts, she forwent further contestation, merely offering a slight nod in response.

Noting Eleanor's lack of retaliation, Wendy caught the cue and ceased to provoke Bernard. Mustering her strength, she waved Eleanor closer.

"Would you mind drawing near so I can see you clearly?"

Up until this juncture, aside from Robin stationing his bodyguard at the door, and Wendy's fruitless endeavors to unsettle Bernard, Eleanor had remained unscathed.

This resulted in a ripple of perplexity washing over the pair. What was Wendy's endgame?

After exchanging querying looks, Eleanor and Bernard, still hand in hand, approached Wendy's bedside and perched themselves down.

Wendy, glossing over Bernard, stretched out her rugged, trembling hands towards Eleanor's visage.

"I always believed Emilia bore a striking resemblance to your mother, but it seems you mirror her even more distinctly..."

Her rough fingertips brushed against Eleanor's face, making her uncomfortable. She turned her head slightly aside.

"What do you want from me?"

Stop trying to manipulate me with family ties. Can you just spit out what you're after? Why this performance?

Wendy’s gaze seemed to casually slide over Bernard's face before she nonchalantly reached for Eleanor's hand.

"I just wanted to see you one last time. Now that I have, I'm satisfied..."

With this, she looked into Eleanor’s eyes, tears welling up. "Kid, I'm sorry for your mother. This is also why I sent my son to find you, to make up for past regrets. Don’t overthink it..."

Sensing Bernard's awareness of the truth, Wendy chose her words with candidness, void of any deceptive undertones. Eleanor, however, wasn't quick to swallow the bait. "The person is gone, seeking out her daughter to apologize seems pointless, doesn't it?"

Wendy aimed to disarm her, but Eleanor was neither frail nor naive, eager to uncover Wendy's authentic motives. The girl was sharper than her mother, yet there's always a key to a puzzle. "Actually, apart from expressing my remorse to her daughter, I seek to borrow something from her..."

Witnessing Wendy veering to the crux, Eleanor scoffed in bemusement. "One minute you're on about amends, the next you wish to borrow from me. Doesn't that seem rather inconsistent?"

Wendy shook her head, negating the claim. "I intend to compensate. I own a 30% stake in the Pine estate, which will bequeath to you upon my demise. It will be enshrined in my will. As for the borrowing, I simply require a sample of your blood for an examination..."

At this, a crease of confusion furrowed Eleanor's brow, "An examination for what?"