A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1483

The moment Eleanor realized the old claiming to be her grandfather was indeed speaking the truth, she Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

felt a wave of annoyance wash over her. It had taken her long enough to come to terms with having a

husband and children, and now to add a grandfather into the mix was just too much. A headache

began to pound at her temples.

Seeing Eleanor press a hand to her forehead, Hailey voiced her concern, “She can’t handle stress right

now. If you really want to help her regain her memory, then you’ll have to wait until she’s adjusted.”

Yates nodded in understanding but didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned on his cane and made his way into

the room. “I know she can’t be agitated at the moment, but Eleanor, Bernard doesn’t have the luxury of

time.”

Hailey’s heart tightened, fearful of the provocative words Yates might utter, words that could send

Eleanor spiraling into unconsciousness again. She moved to intervene, but Yates was quicker,

addressing her, “Ms. Vulpe, if you don’t mind, I’d like a few words alone with Eleanor.”

Yates’ polite request left Hailey with no choice. She was soon escorted out by Yates’ associate, leaving

her to gaze anxiously through the glass window of the hospital room.

Under Eleanor’s bewildered gaze, Yates approached the bedside, pulled up a chair, and sat down

slowly. After a moment of silence, he looked down at the baby and said, “Never thought I’d meet my

great-grandchild before I died. I suppose that’s one regret I won’t carry to the grave.”

Eleanor didn’t understand the old man’s words. She protectively cradled the baby closer, not because

she remembered anything he had done, but because Hailey’s evident fear of him suggested this so-

called grandfather was no good.

As Yates saw the wariness in her eyes, he let out a resigned chuckle, “Even with your memory gone,

you’re still so guarded against me. Stubborn to the core. But if you’re so stubborn, why can’t you

remember Bernard?”

Eleanor detected the mockery in his voice, and her tone turned icy, “Stubbornness is in my bones, but

my memory isn’t something I can control. If you’re trying to mock me for that, you’re sadly mistaken.”

Yates smiled, “I’m not mocking you. I’m mocking Bernard. He gave everything for you, and in return,

you’ve forgotten him. It’s quite the victory for me.”

Confused, Eleanor asked, “How does my forgetting him a victory for you?”

Yates leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and stared into Eleanor’s puzzled eyes.

“Bernard is my enemy. I’ve wanted him dead. So, in pursuit of that goal, I used you to hurt him. But the

old you would’ve despised me for it. Now, with no memory of the man you cherished above all else,

you’re inadvertently on my side. Once Bernard is dead, it’ll be my triumph.”

The word ‘dead’ caused Eleanor’s heart to seize. She looked at Yates, disbelief etched on her face, “I

may have lost my memory, but I’m not out of my mind. How could I ever be part of something so vile?”

Yates raised an eyebrow, “Once upon a time, you leveraged my power to kill your own biological father

and your half-sister. You were more ruthless than I could ever be. Now a little memory loss, and you’re

too scared to harm a fly?”

Her ears rejected his words, “That’s impossible. I’m an orphan. I don’t even know who my parents are,

let alone kill them with your help.”

He smirked, “The more impossible it seems, the more possible it becomes. Just like you losing your

memory – it’s something I never thought I’d see.”

The conversation was tearing Eleanor apart, her head splitting with pain. “I don’t understand what

you’re saying, and I don’t want to hear any more. I’ve forgotten, so let me forget. Stop pushing me…”

Yates’ face softened as he watched Eleanor clutch her head, her face turning pale with agony. He

hesitated before speaking again, “I’m not here to torment you. I came to share some good news.” He

paused, then with the grin of a conqueror, he revealed, “Bernard has a virus-laden chip implanted in his

brain. Once it activates, he’ll die. How fortunate…”

The words ‘he’ll die’ echoed like a death knell in Eleanor’s head, sending her into a pain so fierce she

curled into herself, her whole body convulsing, “It hurts… so much… help me…”

Reaching out for Yates’ help to ease her pain, he instead cradled the child in his arms and lifted the

baby high, “Eleanor, this is Bernard’s cursed offspring. It’s better off dead!”

“No, don’t…”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lost consciousness, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Outside, Hailey’s anguished cries filled the hallway, “Yates! I told you not to agitate her! Why did you do

it anyway? Now she’s out again! Are you happy now? Are you satisfied?!”

Ignoring the commotion, Yates simply instructed Moore to attend to Eleanor immediately.