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

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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.