A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1380

Chapter 1380 

“Absolutely.” Yates nodded. 

“Even with Eleanor in the picture, there’s no way we can bury the hatchet. So, Mr. Laurence, you either have to give up your vendetta for Eleanor’s sake or cut ties with her completely.” 

On hearing it, the look in Bernard’s eyes turned icy cold, “Have you ever thought that if she knew about my situation, even if we were always at odds, the person she would definitely choose me, not you” 

“Because I know her choice, that’s exactly why I came to you tonight to lay my cards on the table. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be easier for me to just put a bullet in you?” 

Yates’ tone conveyed just how much he now valued Eleanor, clearly more than the founding of the Siren Organization. 

Catching onto this, Bernard let his long lashes fall, shielding the calculating glint in his eyes. 

“Where’s the meet-up tomorrow?” 

“Right here.” 

Bernard was about to agree, planning to deal with the meeting the next day, but Yates cut off his hope with a single sentence. 

“The chip in your brain-I’m going to rewrite its program. If you don’t keep your word, I won’t hesitate to blow your head off right then and there.” Bernard, who had been constantly threatened by this device, showed a trace of despair in his eyes, but his otherworldly handsome face broke into a cold smirk. 

“If you’re not afraid of her hating you for the rest of her life, then suit yourself.” 

Yates watched the mocking smile on Bernard’s lips and spoke in an indifferent voice, “If you don’t want her to live with the pain of losing you, then you’ll cooperate nicely.” 

The two men were locked in a psychological battle, each gauging who cared more for Eleanor. Clearly, Bernard’s affection for her was deeper. He feared she’d be scarred, live in agony, or worse, follow him down a dark path. So, Bernard was gradually losing ground, “I want to see her.” 

Yates had guessed right; Bernard longed for Eleanor, to see her, to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her about the helplessness he felt when he signed the divorce papers. 

But they were pushing him to the brink. 

Yates had anticipated Bernard’s eventual concession. A victorious smile played beneath his mask. He stepped back, returned to the couch, and sat down before looking up at Bernard again, “We’ve settled the first condition. Now, let’s discuss the second, shall we?” 

Bernard scoffed coldly, “What more do you think you can threaten me with?” 

Yates leaned back on the couch, adopting a supremely lazy posture, and looked down at Bernard, “Eleanor is smart; she might not believe everything. She’s also kind, so she might forgive you once she does. So I’m adding another condition concerning the child she’s carrying.” 

Their child was still alive. 

Bernard hadn’t even had time to feel joy before Yates’ ruthless voice cut off all emotion. 

“After you see her, tell her that your divorce is final and that you will never be with her again-for whatever reason you come up with.” 

A chill ran through Bernard’s heart, his blood running cold, “Don’t push it!” 

He struggled to stand firm despite his injuries, ready to go down fighting, but Peterson’s gun was faster, “Bernard, listen to the boss for now. We can sort this out later,” Peterson advised, earning a displeased glance from Yates. 

But Yates’ gaze returned to Bernard. “I hear she went to great lengths for a child, consulting doctors far and wide. Now that she’s finally pregnant, you wouldn’t want her to accidentally eat the wrong thing and lose the baby, would you?” 

Bernard, cornered, clenched his fists, glaring at the masked man across from him, wishing he could tear him apart. But at that moment, he was like an egg against a rock. 

“To me, my affection for Eleanor doesn’t extend to the child in her womb. That’s your seed-it shouldn’t exist, let alone continue.”