Chapter 884
Eleanor heard it from Liana that Bemard had been tortured by Donna since he was a kid, everything he
cared about, including people, was crushed by Donna
When she first touched Bernard, she felt the tiny scars on his back
She thought those scars were from fights he got into on the streets, but it turned out they were from his
mother beating hirm with a belt.
She couldn’t imagine what kind of environment Bemard grew up in; all she knew was that hearing
about his past made her heart ache
According to Llana, Bernard was struggling to survive. For him, just being alive was enough, he didn’t
care about anything else.
Now, Eleanor understood Bernard’s indifference. If she were in his shoes with a mother like that, she
might be even more cold.
Even though Bemard should hate Donna, he decided to visit her after talking to Blake Why?
Bernard wouldn’t say, and Eleanor didn’t press. She took the coat the servant handed her, helped him
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At the mansion, Eleanor would help him put on his coat and tie before he left, like a wife.
Back then, Bernard would fantasize about how nice it would be if she were his wife, but he always held
back his urge to keep her, reminding himself constantly
The man she loved was Garrett Falsey, and he was afraid that if Donna found out, he wouldn’t be able
to marry her, so their relationship was doomed to be a fleeting one
However, his persistence finally made her his wife. Everything she did was so beautiful and
heartwarming.
“Alright then.”
After adjusting the collar of his shirt, Eleanor looked up and smiled at him, saying. “Off you go, I’ll be
waiting for you at home.”
Bernard didn’t really want her to know about his past, but after she went to the company yesterday and
Blake hurt her, leaving her alone at home, he couldn’t help but worry, so he took her hand and said,
“Come with me.”
Compared to his ugly, bloody past, Eleanor’s safety was more important.
Seeing that he wanted to take her with him, she didn’t refuse. She nodded and put her hand in his.
She followed Bernard to the prison.
Bernard didn’t make her wait in the car but took her directly to see Donna.
Through the thick glass, when she saw Donna for the first time, Eleanor was stunned
She had never confronted Donna face–to–face, she had only seen her in the news.
Donna, the former chairman and power figure of the Stanley family, was now sitting in a wheelchair,
holding a book.
Her surroundings didn’t look too bad, outside was lush greenery, with sunlight filtering through the trees
and casting mottled shadows on her face.
Her face was not covered by a mask, nor was it hidden in any way; her entire face had been burned
and was covered with twisted, worm–like scars.
Such a face, even in the sunlight, was frightening.
Seemingly aware of being watched, Donna’s gaze moved from her book and slowly tose
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen she saw Bernard standing outside the door with his hands in his pockets, her eyes immediately
filled with resentment.
If it weren’t for the burns on her face, Eleanor might have felt some sympathy, ignoring the signs.
But her eyes exuded a deep sense of guilt, like a killer hiding in the shadows.
A single glance was enough to make one’s heart tremble, and Donna’s gaze was just that sharp.
Eleanor had never seen such a terrifying and cold gaze before, the strong impact mode her instinctively
hide behind Bernard.
If she hadn’t died back then, would she have fallen into Donna’s hands and been tortured to death like
Bernard’s childhood friend?
Because of her small movement, Donna noticed her blood red gaze slowly moving to the side.
When she saw Eleanor’s face, the resentment in Donna’s eyes, with the corners of her mouth lifting,
gradually turned into malice. “Aren’t you dead yet?”
She thought Eleanor was long dead; she never thought she would see Eleanor again one day, and she
was holding hands with Bernard
Donna stared at Eleanor with a cold smile and said, “You’re so lucky to have faked your death to
escape; otherwise, I would have made sure you knew what it felt like to be tortured to death”