A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

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Chapter 1393

Yates brought Eleanor to the solitary confinement block in Central District. Before the door was opened

by a man in black, Yates turned to Eleanor and explained with a stern look in his eyes,

“When I found out it was Cameron who tried to drown you, I had him and his daughter locked up. They

know now that I’m your grandfather.” He paused, his voice becoming softer but still full of resolve.

“Once we’re inside, you can use that fact to your advantage. Deal with them however you see fit, but.

don’t go easy on them. They deserve what’s coming.”

Eleanor didn’t respond, her face stoic as the door to the confinement room swung open, the darkness

inside chased away by the sudden flood of harsh light.

The glare was blinding, and Sophie squinted hard, slowly allowing her eyes to adjust. As her vision

cleared, she was met with a face both familiar and hateful-a face she wanted to claw apart with her

bare hands.

“You didn’t die. That’s a pity. Otherwise, I’d be popping champagne right now to celebrate.”

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The moment her words hit the air, Yates, who had been observing from outside the room, nodded at

the man in black next to him.

The enforcer moved quickly, stepping into the room and delivering a stinging slap to Sophie’s cheek,

“Who do you think you are, talking to our boss like that?!”

Sophie, clutching her face from the pain, looked up incredulously at Eleanor, “You’re the boss of Area

Opaca now?”

Seeing Sophie’s clenched fists and glaring eyes, Eleanor remained unnervingly calm. She walked in

slowly, flanked by several men in black, and looked down at Sophie with an icy detachment.

“Disappointed?”

A chair was brought in for Eleanor, and she glanced back at it before gracefully sitting down, her

pregnant belly prominent. The contrast between the two women couldn’t be starker-one seated like

royalty, the other shackled and pitiful.

Sophie’s jealousy seethed visibly as her eyes narrowed venomously, “What makes you so special?”

Sitting on the cold floor, her back against the wall, Sophie glared up at Eleanor with a mix of fury and

terror, “You know nothing, you do nothing. How can you lead Area Opaca? Why you?”

Eleanor remained silent, her gaze fixed on Sophie as the latter’s emotions began to unravel.

“And me? I went to all lengths to get close to Bernard, even agreeing to be with his brother. And you?

You did nothing and still got Bernard’s love. Why?” Mention of Bernard’s brother dulled Eleanor’s eyes.

She had visited Donna Stanley-Laurence in jail, and knew that Dominic Laurence had died due to

being given the wrong medication.

Bernard had suspected Sophie was behind the switch but had no proof. Now that Sophie brought it up,

Eleanor wanted the truth, “I met Donna in prison. I know the truth about Dominic’s death. Someone

gave him Bernard’s meds and killed him. That was you, wasn’t it?”

Sophie, caught off guard, could only deny as her face paled and her eyes betrayed her guilt.

“You’re wrong! It wasn’t me!” But her panicked look said it all-she was lying, and Eleanor knew it.

“Donna drugged Bernard to lower his IQ, and you, loving him, hated her for it. So you switched his

meds.”

“Or maybe, you heard the doctors say Dominic might recover and saw his existence as a barrier

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between you and Bernard, so you took the chance to get

rid of him.”

“Which one is it?”

Sophie, realizing Eleanor had seen right through her, remembered the moment she switched the

medication and Dominic’s gentle confrontation. His kindness was something she had never

experienced before.

Dominic had been the gentlest soul she’d ever known. Even after catching her in the act, he didn’t

scold her but comforted her instead, assuring her there was nothing to fear.

Back then, Sophie was terrified, even Dominic’s reassurances couldn’t calm her. She begged him not

to tell Donna, kneeling by his sickbed.

Dominic, barely clinging to life and thinking she was being coerced, lifted his frail hand to her head and

asked her softly why she had done it.

In panic, Sophie blurted out the truth-she loved Bernard so much she was afraid to lose him if Dominic

recovered.

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