A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1465

Bernard leaned heavily against his knees, his upper body hunched forward as he awaited news from

the operating room. The sterile white walls of the hospital corridor seemed to close in on him when the

doctor’s voice, laced with urgency and regret, broke the heavy silence.

“There were complications… The mother suffered severe hemorrhaging as soon as the surgery began.

We fought to save her, which meant the baby was deprived of oxygen for too long. When we finally

managed to deliver, there was… there was no breath.”

The words hit Bernard like a freight train, igniting a dangerous glint in his eyes that could only be

described as murderous intent. In a flash, he was on his feet, his rage manifesting in a physical force

that lifted the doctor by the throat and slammed him against the OR’s double doors.

“What did you say?!” Bernard bellowed, his grip tightening.

The doctor dangled helplessly, his legs kicking at the air as he struggled under Bernard ‘s iron grasp.

Despite his fear, he forced himself to speak again.

“The mother is bleeding out… we can’t stop it… The baby’s heartbeat is faint, no respiration, it’s… it’s

dying…”

Bernard’s heart plunged into an abyss of despair, the world around him falling deathly silent except for

the ringing in his ears-a harbinger of death.

He felt the room spin, his vision blurring into darkness as if he were falling off a cliff, only to be yanked

back at the last moment by an unseen hand.

Regaining his senses, Bernard, now like a lion in fury, released The doctor with a shove and stormed

into the OR, heedless of any protocol.

Inside, the scene was one of controlled chaos. Blood streamed from the operating table, pooling on the

floor in a gruesome testament to the struggle for life. Under the harsh glare of the surgical lights, a pale

and lifeless face lay still.

Bernard’s gaze was drawn to the blood, his deep eyes constricting with each drop that fell. His heart no

longer ached; it was gripped by fear.

He had never seen so much blood before, never realized a person could bleed that much. It seemed as

if her entire life force was gushing out.

Bernard stumbled back, frozen at the threshold, his imposing frame reduced to a picture of solitary

dread. In that moment, he felt forsaken by the world, his courage slipping through his fingers like sand.

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Dr. Marcus, his forehead slick with sweat, switched clamp after clamp in a desperate bid to save her.

The flatline on the monitor, however, signaled a grim reality. With a heavy heart, he ordered the team to

attempt CPR, even though he knew survival was a fleeting hope.

When the blood refused to cease its relentless flow, Dr. Marcus knew the battle was lost. After a

solemn pause, he ceased his efforts.

Turning to the doorway, he caught sight of Bernard -once sturdy and unyielding-now shaking

uncontrollably and sliding to the floor, propped up only by the doorframe and his knees.

If not for his last ounce of strength, Bernard would have collapsed entirely. The world seemed to

crumble around him, the cold grasp of despair wrapping around his body, sapping him of the will to

stand.

Dr. Marcus approached Bernard, removing his sweat-drenched surgical mask, and spoke with a tone of

deep regret, “Mr. Laurence, I’m so sorry… we did everything we could. Please, try to find peace.”

“Peace?” Bernard ‘s laugh was bitter and chilling, his eyes, now icy with rage, bore into Dr. Marcus.

“Peace for whom?”

“I…” Dr. Marcus was cut off, his throat suddenly seized by Bernard’s powerful hand, his airway

constricted in an instant.

“Peace for whom?!” Bernard roared, his voice echoing through the sterile halls like a madman’s curse.

Dr. Marcus, gasping for air, couldn’t muster a response. Just as Dr. Marcus neared the brink of

asphyxiation, Cedric burst into the corridor. He grabbed Bernard ‘s arm, veins bulging with the effort.

“Bernard, Grandpa’s here with Mr. Keith. There’s still a chance for Eleanor. Let Dr. Marcus go so he

can help Mr. Keith save her…”

In Bernard’s haze of grief and fury, only words registered, “There’s still a chance.” With that sliver of

hope, he released Dr. Marcus, collapsing into the wall as the world continued to spin out of control

around him.