A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1462
Two nurses were laying out the surgical tools when, to their shock, one turned around and the patient was gone. One nurse
dashed off in pursuit while the other hurriedly dialed Dr. Amelia’s number.
Dr. Amelia answered the phone, her voice laced with surprise and urgency. “Mr. Laurence, it’s an emergency – Mrs. Laurence
has just bolted from the operating room...”
Bernard, freshly clad in his sterile scrubs, felt his heart skip a beat. He flung open the locker room door and sprinted down the
hallway, the soles of his shoes barely touching the ground as he raced to find Eleanor.
Eleanor, with the nurse following her, stumbled and weaved her way through the corridors, looking back anxiously. Distracted,
she collided with someone...
The man steadied the wobbling Eleanor with a firm grip, then fixed her with a piercing, icy gaze. “Why the hell are you running?”
he asked, his voice a blend of irritation and concern. Recognizing the man as Robin, Eleanor mumbled an apology before
attempting to sidestep him and continue her escape. But before she could get far, Robin caught her hand and yanked her back.
“Who are you trying to dodge?” he asked.
Eleanor turned just in time to see the nurse charging down the corridor toward her. In a panic, she tried to shake off Robin’s grip,
but he held on tight.
Just as she was about to lash out, Robin shouldered his way through the onlookers and fixed his gaze on the approaching nurse.
“I have no clue what’s going on, but that nurse is clearly after you. Need a hand?”
Eleanor, taken aback, nodded, assuming Robin would just block the nurse’s path. Instead, he suddenly bent down, scooped her
up in his arms, and made a beeline for the hospital exit.
By the time the nurse made it outside, Eleanor was already in Robin’s car, hastily buckling her seatbelt. Glancing out the window,
she intended to see if the nurse had followed but instead caught a glimpse of Bernard, standing tall on the hospital steps.
With just a fleeting look, the car moved and sped away. Eleanor pressed her face against the window, lips parting to say
something, but the sight of Bernard’s eyes, filled with despair, stabbed at her heart. She knew he must despise her now for
fleeing right before surgery

Robin had seen Bernard too, still in his scrubs, obviously about to enter the OR as a support person. Eleanor was also dressed
for surgery, and clearly pregnant, but not full-term. Why the urgency for surgery?
As Robin was driving, he glanced at Eleanor. “What the hell is going on with you two?”
Eleanor, with guilt weighing heavy on her heart gently touched her belly. “The doctor said my heart transplant and sudden
pregnancy-induced hypertension are a bad mix. They’re pushing for an immediate C-section, but I can’t bear to risk the baby...”
Robin wasn’t well-versed in medical jargon but asked bluntly, “What happens if you don’t have the C-section?”
Eleanor was silent for a moment before replying, “Without the surgery, there’s only a 10% chance for me to survive... With it,
maybe 30%.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, Robin’s demeanor shifted from casual to somber. “So you’re telling me that either way,
the odds aren’t great, but the surgery might give you a better shot?”
Eleanor nodded silently, and Robin slowed the car to a halt at the side of the road. Before she could question him, he spoke
gently, “Eleanor, Bernard’s choice is the right one. You should listen to him.”
Tears welled up in Eleanor’s eyes. “I know he’s right, but what about the baby? The doctors have said with my condition, saving
me means losing the baby. How can I accept that?”
Robin looked down at her prominent belly, recalling how he’d been there through the pregnancy, watching the baby grow. Even
he found it hard to bear, but compared to Eleanor’s life, the baby seemed secondary.
He believed Bernard felt the same; only a mother can truly understand the importance of the life growing inside her. To expect
fathers to feel the depth of that bond was asking too much. Mothers would always find it harder to let go, and that was just
human nature.-
Robin, gazing at Eleanor’s serene profile, felt a twinge of pain but quickly composed himself, suggesting, “If you can’t have the
baby now, focus on getting better first. Once you’re healthy, you can think about having more.”
Eleanor’s smile was faint and sad. “If there was a chance of having another child, the doctors would have told me. They’re silent
because there is none.”

The conversation lapsed into a crushing silence, punctuated only by the soft clink of a pen dropping in the car. Just then, a
convoy of black cars surrounded them in a tactical formation, trapping Robin’s vehicle in the center.
The lead Bugatti spun around and screeched to a halt in front of Robin’s car, effectively blocking any route of escape. Bernard,
with an unmistakable air of authority, stepped out and approached with a face set in stone.