Chapter 1786


    It was a shock to everyone when Yvonne, who appeared the epitome of gentleness, took her own


    life so suddenly.


    But she did take her own life. No one could fathom why, and Bernard was in the dark as much as


    anyone else.


    He had always believed his marriage was a happy one, full of love, with a lively son to brighten their


    days.


    His hair turned grey overnight, but no answers came. After the tragedy, Leonard and his wife were


    so stricken with grief that they withdrew from their social circles, shutting themselves away from the


    world.


    And from that moment on, Bernard never saw his father-inw again. Now, as he watched Leonard


    shuffle forward, frail and trembling, Bernard realized just how deep the sorrow of Yvonne''s death


    ran for many.


    Leonard resembled a man on hisst legs, panting with each step, leaning heavily on his cane.


    Probably sensing Bernard''s gaze, he looked up, their eyes meeting across the void.


    Bernard felt a sting in his gaze and stepped back as he saw Leonard approaching. Rubbing his


    temples, he turned to Lindsey, "Go down; tell him to stay out of this."


    Lindsey nodded and hurried off.


    Bernard watched Lingery speak with Leonard, who, despite hisbored breathing, seemed resolute.


    Bernard saw Lingery return with a hesitant tone, "Professor, he says his wife passed awayst


    night, and he''s got a letter for you. He says it''s from Mrs. March, and he wants to hand it to you


    personally."


    Yvonne''s departure had left behind a web of mysteries. For the first three years, Bernard dreamed


    incessantly, wondering if there was something he''d missed, something that had hurt Yvonne.


    The thoughts consumed him, causing headaches, but the answer to her suicide remained elusive.


    His once profound love had turned to seething hate.


    They were childhood sweethearts, loving spouses, a seemingly perfect couple - how could she


    suddenly choose to leave alone, leaving him behind to face spection and loneliness?


    Now Leonard imed Yvonne had left him a letter. Would it possibly be herst words? Could it


    contain the truth about her suicide?


    The thought pierced Bernard''s heart. "Let him in," he said into the inte.


    Behind Leonard, the sound of over thirty police cars, sirens ring and lights shing, filled the air,


    heightening the tension.


    As therge iron gate opened, supported by a cane, Leonard walked in slowly. He moved forward


    with difficulty, as if to copse at any second.


    Bernard waited patiently, seated with an unfinished bottle of red wine on the table before him. Ten


    minutester, footsteps echoed from the staircase as Leonard ascended, leaning on his cane.


    Bernard stood and gestured to the chair opposite him, "Leonald, have a seat."


    Leonard, dressed in a suit, looked at the aged Bernard, his face lined with sorrow, and shuffled to


    the chair.


    His wife''s death had taken away hisst bit of resolve, and a sense of impending death surrounded


    him.


    Once seated, he surveyed the room, his gaze falling on Sarah administering injections to Fitch and


    a figure lying inside a hibernation chamber.


    After coughing twice, his voice was faint.


    "You want to bring Yvonne back?"


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    "Yes. Are you here to stop me?"


    Leonard didn''t respond, instead fixing his eyes on the empty ss before him.


    Bernard poured him a ss of wine, his demeanorposed and genteel, not reflecting the


    monstrous deeds he hadmitted. But the path he had chosen was stained with too much blood.