Chapter 1447


    Bernard stared at the man before him, who bore an uncanny resemnce to Caleb. For a fleeting


    moment, it was as if he saw Caleb wing his way out of hell and staggering toward him, proiming,


    “Mr. Law, I wed my way out of that hellhole. Pretty badass, huh?”


    How often had Bernard wished for such an ending, even dreaming it into existence. Yet the indifferent


    gaze that met his was not like Caleb’s-whose eyes, despite being weathered by storms, still sparkled.


    This man’s eyes held a detachment from worldly


    concerns.


    It took only a nce for Bernard to differentiate Caleb from the man before him, Zephyr. But due to


    their shared features, a sliver of hope persisted in Bernard’s heart, and he finally broke the silence, “I’m


    here for you.”


    Hearing Bernard’s voice, Katherine, who had been sipping honeyed tea, felt a surge of anger darken


    her expression. The anger was tempered, though, by her recent practice of meditation, which had


    smoothed her once vtile temper.


    She restrained her fury and turned to face Bernard, who had just entered with Eleanor, “If Caleb hadn’t


    come back safe and sound, I would have killed you.”


    Seeing Katherine, Bernard felt a deep sense of guilt. Caleb should have been there to live a happy life


    with his love and their child, but because of Bernard, Caleb was gone, and his beloved was


    condemned to a lifetime of pain.


    The usually haughty Bernard, with his cool, detached eyes, couldn’t help but reveal a trace of remorse


    buried deep in his heart, “I’m sorry.”


    Sorry for causing Katherine to lose her husband, and sorry that Caleb hasn’te back-thistter


    thought Bernard couldn’t voice. Who could be so cruel as to sever Katherine’sst thread of hope?


    Sometimes, it’s the blissful ignorance in life that spares us from regret. Let her believe Zephyr is Caleb.


    How else would she go on living?


    Seeing guilt in Bernard’s eyes was rare, and Katherine wanted to seize it tosh out at him. But when


    her hand brushed Eleanor’s pregnant belly, the harsh words she’d prepared retreated, “You’re


    pregnant?”


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    Eleanor touched her belly, feeling a moment’s guilt. Katherine had lost her child, her Caleb, yet Eleanor


    still had her husband and child. It seemed so unfair.


    Unable to face Katherine, Eleanor was taken aback by her smile and the understanding in her eyes, “If


    my child had lived, they’d be about as big as yours now. But it’s okay, Caleb and I will have more


    children.”


    With kindness, Katherine added, “With the baby so far along, you shouldn’t have troubled yourself


    coming to see Caleb. You need to take care of yourself so the little one can befortable in your


    belly.”


    Eleanor lowered her gaze, ashamed, “Katherine, I’m sorry. If it weren’t for me, your child might still


    be…”


    Seeing Eleanor’s face, Katherine remembered the time she had lost her temper and scalded her.


    Katherine felt even more remorseful, “It’s not your fault at all. I was the one with the temper. I caused


    my own loss.”


    Having said her piece, Katherine didn’t want to keep apologizing for past grievances. She rose from her


    wicker chair to make room for them, “You two catch up with Caleb. I’ll leave you to it.”


    She swept past Bernard without a nce, but as they brushed shoulders, she caught his whispered


    apology once more, “I’m sorry.”


    It was a sincere apology, heavy with regret, as if Caleb truly were dead, prompting the proud man to


    say sorry again and again.


    Katherine, unfazed, gestured toward Zephyr, “The one you should be apologizing to is Caleb.”


    With that, she strode away. Once she was gone, Zephyr’s gaze softened, and he made a weing


    gesture to the two guests, “If you don’t mind, please take a seat. Would you like a cup of tea?”


    Caleb never liked tea. He favored strong coffee to stay alert, ready for when Mr. Law would call him to


    action.


    Bernard nced at the tranquil tea setup and wondered if Caleb, had he not been sent away by his


    own family on that ill-fated ship, might have enjoyed a peaceful life like Zephyr’s, not having to live on


    the edge for him.


    There were no answers, no way to trace back the past. One could only live in the present, where all


    past things seem beautiful through the misty veil of memory.


    Bernard helped Eleanor to a seat across from Zephyr. Few words were exchanged, but in Zephyr’s


    calm demeanor, Bernard saw something extraordinary, “On the way over, Robin told me about Caleb’s


    background. I didn’t expect him to be your brother.”


    After pouring tea for them, Zephyr offered a light smile, “I thought you might mistake me for Caleb, like


    Katherine did. I was wondering how to exin.”