A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 573

Chapter 573 

As Eleanor was heading upstairs, a gunshot made her jump out of her skin. She grabbed the railing to steady herself 

She quickly climbed the stairs and through the crowd, catching sight of the scene in the glass room Her face turned pale in an instant. 

She instinctively looked at Bernard, who was blasting away with his gun. Seeing his trembling hand holding the gun, she knew he was falling apart 

She wanted to rush over to Bernard, but Ethan grabbed her wrist and said, “Let him see it for himself, or it’ll haunt him forever” 

This kind of thing true or false, will stick like a thorn in his heart, making him suspicious and paranoid over time 

Eleanor, who didn’t grasp Ethan’s deeper meaning, gave him a fierce glare, saying. “He’s already traumatized by this kind of thing, and you’re just making it worse. That’s just cruel” 

Ethan snorted, Tm cruel?” 

He slowly dropped his mocking smile, looking at Bernard’s back with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. 

“At least what he saw was fake, what I saw was real” 

After whispering those words, he lowered his gaze to the surprised Eleanor, 

“You tell me, who’s the real cruel one?” 

The jealousy in his eyes gradually turned to despair. 

What Ethan meant was that he had seen Emilia doing such things with other men 

So, the more he loved Emilia, the more he hated her, hating her so much that he’d rather live in agony than follow her in death. 

Eleanor didn’t know what kind of grudges existed between him and Emilia 

All she knew was that Ethan was now overshadowed by darkness and seemed to have lost hope in life. 

She even felt that Ethan wanted to die but was afraid that he would see Emilia in the afterlife. 

He didn’t want to see Emilia, but he missed her madly. This contradictory feeling was torturing him mentally 

As Eleanor opened her mouth to say something, there was a loud bang, and the glass room was shattered by Bernard. 

The man stepped in with his gun, kicking the guy on the bed to the floor with his heavy boots. 

He hooked the woman’s chin with his gun. 

Seeing her face, the darkness in Bernard’s heart disappeared, and the vines binding him broke free 

“Bernard!” 

Eleanor’s soft voice came from behind, making his trigger finger pause. 

He slowly lifted his head, looking at Eleanor, who was walking steadily towards him through the crowd. 

She was wrapped in a beige coat, with snowflakes on her head and a faint smite on her fair face