A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1494

Pearce finished his announcement and casually tossed the crumpled piece of paper back to the child.

The baby clutched his new name in one hand and a toy soldier in the other. Seated under the dim

kitchen light, he was silent, head bowed, fidgeting with the toy.

The onlookers felt a chill despite the warm atmosphere; the baby was carrying a knife for crying out

loud! But out of politeness, they refrained from criticism and instead offered their congratulations to

Bernard and Eleanor.

Only Cedric, with his twins snuggled in his arms, snorted, “The name I made for him was better! I

wonder who’s got it in for Bernard to saddle the kid with a name like that…”

As the Sharp family members exchanged awkward compliments, Cedric’s words hung in the air.

Peterson glanced nervously toward the door. The estate was grand, and one had to squint to make out

the silhouette standing resolutely at the iron gates.

Yates, donning a black top hat, peered at the harmonious scene inside, yearning to see his great-

grandson, now a year old, and wondering how he had grown. But he knew all too well that neither

Eleanor nor the Laurences would welcome him.

After lingering for a moment, Yates, leaning heavily on his cane, limped away toward his car. An old

bullet wound from a skirmish with Xavier Penrod had left its mark, and he had never quite recovered

his stride.

To Yates, his age and limp were inconsequential, he ambled along, Bernard’s cool gaze cut through the

crowd, briefly resting on Yates’ retreating figure.

Finally settled in his car and ready to motion to the driver, Yates was halted by a hand resting on the

car window-a hand with slender, pale fingers.

Following the hand to its owner, Yates met a pair of eyes, indifferent and icy. The owner of those eyes,

Bernard, looked down at him, expressionless, and murmured, “I owe you thanks for the incident in the

operating room, and for saving Eleanor. But that’s where my gratitude ends.” Bernard’s resentment for

the chip implanted in his brain, which threatened to shorten his life with his family, was a chasm too

deep for forgiveness.

After a brief pause, Yates called after him, “I’ve found a doctor who can stabilize the chip in your brain.

As long as your tumor doesn’t recur, it won’t affect the chip. You won’t have to worry about your later

years-you’ll be there to watch your child grow up.”

Bernard hesitated, then continued his stride back to the estate without looking back. He knew the name

‘Damian’ was Yates’ doing, and although Eleanor was unaware, he never told her. He chose to silently

accepting it.

Watching Bernard’s magnanimity, the Sharp brothers made Eleanor promise to cherish her happiness

with Bernard, especially Peterson, who held Bernard in high regard and trusted him with his sister’s

well-being.

Peterson mentioned that aside from Yates’ unwelcome presence, the Laurences had no significant

animosity toward them. Still, Veronica was waiting for Yates to settle accounts.

Upon returning, Yates arranged for the doctor to shadow Bernard indefinitely, covering the costs for a

lifetime and emphasizing the importance of the couple’s health.

After putting his affairs in order, entrusting the stewardship of the Sharp family and its assets to

Peterson, Yates prepared to leave his legacy to Eleanor.

In his final moments, Yates sat at his desk, removed his glasses, and addressed his grandsons, “I’ve

done all I need to in this world. There’s nothing left for me here. It’s time I sought forgiveness from your

grandmother.”

He had caused the death of Timothy, which led to the tragic end of Pauline. With his guilt weighing

heavily, redemption was his only path. Yates bid Bevis to take care of the Sharp family and its

enterprises, expressing his desire for a future free from power struggles, commending the Sharp

family’s values.

Bevis, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders, acknowledged Yates as a visionary elder. Antoine

chimed in, suggesting that Yates wait, to show his granddaughter-in-law his better side, which might

lead to her forgiveness.

But Yates, lighting a cigarette with a wistful smile, knew better. His actions had put a deadly chip in

Bernard’s brain, an unforgivable deed. How could she ever forgive him?NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.