Chapter 124


    Eleanor, barely hanging on, strained to look at Bernard as he sped down the road


    “Bernard… hurry up and go after your fiancée.. don’t worry about me…”


    She managed to finish the sentence in between gasping breaths, which almost seemed to steal her life


    away.


    She leaned against the passenger seat, gasping for air, but it didn’t alleviate her feeling of suffocation.


    Bemard frowned and nced at her but didn’t respond to her words. He had a cold expression and


    drove quickly in silence to the hospital.


    Seeing Bernard carrying her and walking briskly towards the hospital, Eleanor weakly reached out with


    her hand, trying to grab his white shirt.


    1 don’t want to go to the hospital…


    Her fingers were ice cold, as if her body temperature had vanished before death, making Bernard


    shiver inside.


    “Quiet down, good girl. They have oxygen at the hospital.”


    Reassuring her, Bernard held the woman tightly in his arms and headed toward the triage desk.


    The head of the hospital, who was doing rounds near the triage desk, saw Bernarding and rushed


    to greet him.


    “Mr. Laurence..”


    “Liana, she might be having a heart attack, she needs oxygen!”


    Liana, wearing a whiteb coat, was interrupted by Bernard before she could even open her mouth.


    She nced at the woman in Bernard’s arms who was struggling to breathe, and quickly led them into


    a nearby room.


    “Please follow me, Mr. Laurence!”


    Liana opened the door to an empty room, letting Bernard ce Eleanor on the bed. She then quickly


    brought an oxygen mask and expertly helped Eleanor put it on.


    Breathing in the fresh oxygen, Eleanor rxed instantly.


    She tightly gripped the oxygen mask and breathed in forcefully, bringing enough oxygen to her


    suffocating heart.


    Seeing herplexion regain some vitality. Bernard’s tense expression gradually returned to his usual


    cold and distant demeanor.


    He looked at Liana, who was checking on Eleanor and asked, “How is she?”


    Liana listened to Eleanor’s heart for a moment and felt that something was off.


    “She’s slightly better after having the oxygen. We need to do more tests for a specific diagnosis.”


    Although her heart showed signs of failure, Liana didn’t dare to say anything to Bernard before the test


    results came back.


    Bernard coldly ordered, “Give her a full check–up.”


    Liana nodded, “Okay, I’ll arrange it.”


    Eleanor, who was currently inhaling oxygen, heard their conversation and gave up struggling.


    Since she could no longer hide her illness, she might as well let Bernard know about it.


    After Liana left, Bernard took out his phone and called Aidyn, “Two things, clear the hotel’s surveince


    and make Jason shut up.”


    Aidyn respectfully replied, “Yes, sir.”


    Bernard put down his phone, lowered his head and looked at Eleanor, “Why didn’t you tell me you have


    a heart problem?”


    His expression remained cold and distant, as if he wasn’t worried about her condition but ming her


    for hiding it from him.


    Seeing his cold demeanor, Eleanor’s emotions began to calm.


    She tried to remove the oxygen mask to speak, but a hand caught her wrist.


    “Don’t move.”


    The man’s pleasant voice resonated near her ear, causing her heart to flutter again


    She pressed her unstable heart, trying to control its pounding, but the sudden close proximity of the


    man scared her, making it beat even faster.


    Bernard’s tall and straight figure cast a suffocating oppression, causing Eleanor to shrink her neck


    back.


    He remained oblivious, pressing her down onto the bed and gazing at her pale, paper–like face. In a


    soft voice, he asked, “do you have any other difort?”


    It was rare for Bernard to concern her like this. Eleanor was not used to his sudden tenderness.


    She pressed her back against the bed to put some distance between them before finally exhaling


    slowly.


    With her eyes lowered, she whispered, “My back…”


    Her obedient and quiet behavior resembled her past self, as if she had never changed at all.


    Bernard’s serious face softened slightly


    He removed her coat and checked her back.


    Three dark red iron rod marks nearly sunk into her flesh.


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    Upon closer inspection, her back bone appeared slightly cracked under the marks–prominent and gut–


    wrenching.