A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 1395

Chapter 1395

Sophie wanted nothing more than to spit out a venomous “serves you right,” but the subsequent words choked her into silence. It was as though the sins of her parents had indeed come back to haunt her, a karmic retribution for their past misdeeds.

She had everything one could want in life, except for the love of the man she truly desired. Ironically, it was Eleanor-the one her father had cast aside-who basked in that love, who was adored even to the point of suffering on her behalf. Could this really be fate’s cruel hand?

“But it was my parents who did those things, not me,” Sophie protested, her voice trembling with indignation. “I was just a child; I knew nothing about it. Why should I bear the brunt of their karma, why?”

“Because,” Eleanor said, pinching Sophie’s cheek with deliberate slowness, “deep down, you are as venomous as they were, maybe even more cruel!”

Sophie, despite her youth, had cold-bloodedly harmed Dominic, who loved her dearly, and stubbornly refused to admit her role in his demise. A woman like that was inherently malicious.

After Eleanor spoke, she let go of Sophie’s face. In that instant, Sophie, fueled by fury, attempted to punch Eleanor in the stomach but was swiftly restrained by a man in black.

Sophie’s face flushed with anger. “Eleanor, count your blessings. If I hadn’t lured you to Area Opaca using Bernard as bait, you would never have found your husband. Without that, you wouldn’t be here, spewing your arrogance in my face!”

Eleanor, now seated calmly again, nodded in agreement. “For that, I do thank you. Without your vengeful scheme, how could I sit here and watch your mask contort with rage?”

Eleanor’s taunt enraged Sophie further, “What’s so great about you anyway? You’re nothing but a lowlife, flaunting your cheap life. Without your precious title, you’re worth less than the mud on my boots.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the man in black raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. “Watch your mouth in front of Miss Sharp, or I’ll feed it to the snakes!”

Sophie seethed with jealousy, thinking of Eleanor’s secure place in Bernard’s heart and her legitimate status as the second granddaughter of the Sharp family. “You imposter! Make sure you double-check her story!”

Eleanor had said all she wanted to say. Now, it was time for revenge. She looked to the man in black. “Please, bind her and throw her into the sea, let her experience the agony of drowning.”

Yates entered the room and interjected, “That’s too easy a death for her. Throw her into the lower district first, let her play the survival games with the others, then weigh her down and dump her in the ocean.”

This punishment was previously discussed with Yates, who had promised manipulation of the game if Sophie kept silent about Bernard’s ordeal in Area Opaca, ensuring her survival and eventual escape. Sophie thought Yates would honor this deal for the sake of the Siren Organization member list in her possession, so she remained silent, plotting her comeback and the demise of Eleanor and her unborn child.

Yates shifted his gaze from Sophie to Eleanor. “Let’s go to the surveillance room and watch, to soothe your anger,” he said softly, then turned sternly to the guards, “What are you waiting for? Get moving!”

The guards undid Sophie’s shackles and hauled her out, treating her as if she were nothing more than lifeless cargo. As she was hauled away, Sophie cursed over her shoulder, “You better start collecting some karma for that little devil in your belly!”

The word “devil” ignited Eleanor’s fury. “Sophie, calling Bernard’s child a devil shows you never truly loved him. Stop hiding behind a facade of love to vent your inherent malice.”

Sophie didn’t respond; instead, she laughed maniacally, her sinister cackle as though she was cursing the unborn child, who instinctively kicked in protest.

Eleanor soothed her swollen belly, whispering, “Don’t worry, baby. It’s just a bad auntie with evil intentions.

Mommy will take care of her. You’re safe.”

Even as the child calmed, Eleanor’s own heart couldn’t settle. It was Sophie who was in the wrong, yet Eleanor still grappled with the moral dilemma of retribution.

Yates saw Eleanor’s distress and comforted her. “Your child is reminding you to finish this. Get rid of Sophie, don’t let her continue to harm others. Let’s go, do what must be done.”

Yates helped Eleanor to her feet and escorted her to the surveillance room.

His eagerness wasn’t just about justice. It served two purposes – avenging Vanya and her daughters, and removing the Ratliff Group, who knew too much.