A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1472
Garett was a man of restraint and propriety, always measured in his actions. Even when he knew Eleanor’s love for him had
withered away, he remained steadfast, silently cherishing her from afar. Such character was indeed precious.
It was this very preciousness that caused Bernard to look up at Garett’s upright silhouette, his handsome brows furrowed slightly,
his eyes bloodshot, betraying a storm of complex emotions.
As the doors of the ICU were about to close, a cool, indifferent voice reached Garett’s ears-
“Thanks...”
Garett halted mid-stride, turning back to glimpse Bernard sitting at the bedside. To the world, he was proud, but before Eleanor,
he was utterly humble. It must have been a profound love that enabled him to utter such a heartfelt thanks...
Garett had been pulling strings everywhere to find the best doctors, bringing any he found straight to the hospital. But each one,
after examining Eleanor’s condition, echoed the grim prognosis of the old physicians, the chances of her awakening were slim at
best.
The doctors Robin brought were of the same opinion, and so it went with the medical experts consulted by the Sharps, the
Laurences, and the Pines. When Yates saw that all the doctors agreed there was no hope, he lashed out at Blake.
He waited for Blake to be discharged, found the perfect moment, and planned to run him down with his car. After all, he had no
desire to go on living himself. Taking down an old geezer with him seemed fitting.
But before Yates could floor the accelerator, he saw Blake’s Lincoln get flipped by a big truck just outside the hospital.
The crash was catastrophic. The truck practically steamrolled over the car, leaving it crushed. Yates, in shock for a moment, then
sighed, echoing Bernard’s earlier words-
Those whom the heavens want to destroy, they first make mad.
When Bernard heard about the old man’s accident, he didn’t blink an eye, nor did he attend the funeral. His entire focus was on
one thing only, finding a doctor who could save Eleanor.
But with each new doctor came a spark of hope, only to be crushed by their verdict. And as if things weren’t tough enough, the
baby in the incubator was also failing.

Bernard who stood vigil by the ICU received one critical condition notice after another. Initially, his hand shook as he signed
them, but eventually, he grew numb...
He didn’t even have time to take a look at his child, to know if it was a boy or a girl. All he could see was Eleanor, lying
unconscious on the hospital bed...
He took care of Eleanor day in and day out, never asking for help, even when exhaustion had him collapsing in the ICU. He
wouldn’t let anyone, not even Hailey, come near Eleanor.
Bernard was stubborn and obsessive, beyond anyone’s persuasion. They could only watch in pity as he alternated between
tending to his newborn and caring for Eleanor.
Robin, a frequent visitor to the ICU, had once thought his love for Eleanor was akin to Bernard’s. Yet seeing Bernard, gaunt and
unkempt from constant vigilance over Eleanor, he realized how far apart they were...
Even Garett no longer held any animosity towards Bernard. He would stand quietly at the doors of the ICU, watching the woman
he loved being tenderly cared for by a man who loved her even more...
Time flew by, and two months passed in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, the baby that had received so many critical notices had
pulled through and was now ready to leave the incubator and live like any normal child...
Hailey came to visit Bernard and Eleanor, cradling the child who had grown considerably, evidently thriving after two months of
treatment and care.
“Wanna hold the baby?” Hailey offered the baby to Bernard, but Bernard with downcast eyes did not reach out his hands.
Perhaps if Eleanor had been well, he might have. But in that moment, he simply glanced at the child and then looked away.