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


    ording to na, 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 ke Why?


    Bernard wouldn’t say, and Eleanor didn’t press. She took the coat the servant handed her, helped him


    put it on, and tenderly tied his tie.


    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 rtionship 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 cor 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 thepany yesterday and


    ke 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.


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    Through the thick ss, 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


    When 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 nce 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”