A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1468
Bernard’s eyes were rimmed with a dark crimson, a testament to countless sleepless nights and worry that hung heavy in his
heart. He stood, transfixed by the sight of Eleanor, lying still on the operating table. She had listened to him, fought tooth and
nail, and returned from death’s doorstep...
“Eleanor, you’re a true fighter,” Bernard whispered, a silent prayer of thanks escaping his lips. He had never been more grateful
or more terrified, but thankfully, she had pulled through.
His hands were planted firmly on the cold hospital floor, palms slick with the blood that had dripped down from his clenched fists.
The fear that had gripped him still shook his body, rendering him too weak to even consider standing...
It wasn’t until the piercing cry of a newborn filled the room that Bernard lifted his gaze to see Mr. Keith cradling the tiny infant.
The baby, so tiny and delicate, had inherited his mother’s fierce spirit and had also made it through...
The sound of the baby’s cries, mingled with the steady beep of the heart monitor, made Bernard feel the overwhelming power of
life for the first time. A wave of emotion swelled within him, threatening to spill over.
The infant, now safely ensconced in an incubator, wasn’t out of the woods yet. His survival was momentary, and it would take the
doctors’ relentless effort to keep him alive. Blake, having seen his great-grandson survive, felt no need to linger any longer. As
he turned to leave, he felt Bernard’s icy grip on his ankle...
Blake looked down, locking eyes with Bernard’s bloodthirsty gaze just before being thrown to the ground. Before he could react,
a barrage of punches rained down on him...
Bernard unleashed his fury, his fists pounding relentlessly, the old man’s blood soon staining the hospital floor.
Blake’s entourage, seeing their boss beaten to a pulp, moved to intervene but were halted by Bernard’s chilling threat, “Touch
him, and you’ll never see another sunrise!”
Blake couldn’t believe the depth of Bernard’s vengeance. Despite he had saved his great-grandchild’s life, Bernard repaid Blake
with violence instead of gratitude. He was furious at Bernard, whose behavior had been devoid of humanity.
“Bernard, how dare you strike your own grandfather? You defy all natural law!”
“In this world, the one who truly defies natural law is you!”

If Bernard had a gun at that moment, he would have used it without hesitation, rather than his fists, to unleash the inferno raging
in his chest.
It didn’t take long for Blake to lose consciousness under Bernard’s relentless assault. But Bernard, straddling the fallen man,
didn’t cease his punishment.
Cedric had intended to intervene, but Hailey, his wife, held him back. “Don’t. That man has no soul. It’d be better if he were
dead!”
Hailey glared at Blake with righteous indignation. If it weren’t for him, Eleanor would never have been pregnant, never have
suffered like this. And now, because of Blake’s selfishness, they had almost lost her. Hailey could hardly contain her hatred; she
longed for Bernard to end him.
Cedric hesitated, torn between his wife’s wishes and the man who had treated him decently.
As Cedric grappled with what to do, an urgent voice came from the operating room, “The patient has a cerebral hemorrhage.
Prepare the surgical tools, I need to perform a craniotomy immediately!”
Bernard, who had been venting his anger, froze upon hearing the doctor’s announcement. The murderous aura that had
enveloped him vanished instantly, replaced by a familiar sense of despair.
“What did you say?!” Yates, who had been standing guard outside, couldn’t believe the turn of events either and stepped inside.
“She was stable, how could she suddenly have a brain bleed?!”
The senior surgeon glanced at Bernard and Yates with urgency. “Pregnant women with preeclampsia undergoing C-section are
prone to complications like cerebral hemorrhage or cardiac failure. This patient had a heart transplant, experienced a massive
hemorrhage, and even went into cardiac arrest. It’s a miracle she didn’t have a cerebral hemorrhage sooner!”
With no time to waste, Dr. Moore took the scalpel from a nurse and ordered the operating room cleared of non-essential
personnel to avoid infection.
“Keep family members out right now,” he instructed as he prepped for the surgery. “The rest of you, sterilize the room again!”
As Dr. Moore began the craniotomy, Bernard and Yates were ushered out, along with Blake, who was still unconscious on the
floor.

Mr. Keith, who had been about to leave, was stopped by the surgeon. “The patient is likely to suffer cardiac and renal failure
post-operation. You’ll need to take over for the hematoma evacuation and decompressive craniectomy.”
Mr. Keith had the skills; he had saved the baby’s life, after all. The senior surgeon trusted in his own ability to handle
complications, but in case of the worst, it was better to have more doctors on hand.