A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 882

Chapter 882

With swift strides, Bemard hastened back to his study, retrieving his phone and dialing a number.

Beck, already tucked in bed, jolted awake at the sound of the ringing phone. Startled to see Bernard’s name on the caller ID, she was taken aback. Bemard seldom reached out to her voluntarily. What could he possibly want at this hour?

She reached out with her aged fingers and answered the call, her voice filled with curiosity, “Hello, Bernard.”

Without wasting a moment on pleasantries, Bernard’s voice turned icy as he spoke, will return 10% of the Laurence Group shares to you and offer an additional 5% in stock options for your son. However, you must keep that secret hidden forever and cease instigating trouble for my wife within the Laurence family Failure to comply will result in profound regret for both you and your son!”

The news of Bernard returning her shares and providing her son with more options brought a faint smile to her lips. However, before Beckcould even fully embrace the happiness, his threatening words left her paralyzed with fear “You…”

Bemard cut her off, “You have five seconds to think about it.”

This was clearly coercion!

She cursed him, ‘Don’t you dare!“, but when the countdown was over, she nodded, “Alright, I agree.”

Her husband was long gone, the resentment from all those years was not as deep anymore. Trading the secret for shares and securing her son’s future, and even her grandkids‘ comfortable lives, was a good deal.

Having achieved her goal, she naturally agreed. As for the other members of the Laurence family she had incited, what did it have to do with her?

If they asked her why she got her shares back, she would pin everything on Blake and let him deal with it.

Her plan was excellent, but she just didn’t expect Bernard to be so sharp, to have figured out so quickly that she was the instigator. He was truly a man in power

But… getting benefits from Bernard was no easy task, might as well try for more, “Bemard, I have another daughter, I would like her to get an additional 5% in stock options, in exchange for another secret, what do you think?”

Upon hearing this, Bernard’s finger slowly dropped, “If it’s a trivial matter you’re using to bargain with me, you know what I’m capable of.”

Beck wasn’t afraid of his threat, “It’s about your father and brother. I don’t think thats trivial matter, do you?”

Bernard frowned, then agreed, “Go ahead”

She went into detail, “Your father didn’t die from self–immolation, and your brother died from a medication error. That’s all I know. And I believe with your resources, you can replace out the truth.”

After saying this, she hung up. Bernard stared at the now dark screen, lost in thought

Donna had killed his biological mother, but had kept him by her side to torment him to get back at his father…

His father, after learning of Tammie’s death, chose to set himself on fire. Despite the danger, Donna had tried to save him.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t believe that Donna would try to save his father. At most, she would have tried to save his brother. But she had never denied it.

He began to wonder, was Donna connected to his father’s death? What about his brother’s death?

He suddenly remembered, that Sophie had once told him that she was the only one who knew the truth about his brother’s death.

His illegitimate identity, his relationship with Eleanor, the death of his father and brother, all these matters came rushing to his mind, giving him a splitting headache

He lifted his long fingers to his temples and rubbed them hard, but the pain wouldn’t go away

The doctor had warned him that his brain disease could easily recur if he overworked himself, but he was already at his limit. He collapsed in his chair, staring at a dusty drawer for a long time before finally opening it and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

When Eleanor woke up, she reached out habitually for Bernard, only to replace emptiness Her fingers brushed over the cold, soft sheets.

She opened her eyes and didn’t see Bernard. She quickly turned on the lamp and checked the time. It was already four in the morning and he hadn’t come back to

rest

Eleanor got out of bed and searched the house, but couldn’t replace him anywhere. Finally, she found him sitting on a wooden chair in the garden.

As far as she knew, Bernard had quit smoking a long time ago. But there he was, sitting amongst the flowers, a slender cigarette between his long fingers.

Under the hazy smoke, his face was half hidden, like a hawk lurking in the shadows, radiating an aura of ‘stay away, which stopped her from approaching.

Eleanor didn’t go over to disturb him, she just quietly kept him company from afar.