Chapter 1457
Just earlier, ke had just returned home. He barely settled on the sofa when, through the floor-to-
ceiling windows, he saw Bernard’s car recklessly tearing into the driveway.
The grand, opulent gates were smashed open, sending the servants scurrying back in fear. Bernard
who emerged from the car didn’t even spare them a nce. He strode into the living room, his steps
heavy with seething rage.
“ke Laurence, you knew that childbirth could kill her, and yet you kept it from me. How she’s caught
between a rock and a hard ce giving birth could kill her, and not giving birth could kill her. Did you
ever consider what I would do if I lost her? Could I even go on living?!”
Faced with Bernard’s interrogation and fury, ke remained calm and nonchnt, lifting a teacup from
the table. Unfortunately, before it could reach his lips, it was kicked across the room by the irate man
standing before him.
The hot tea spilled over his hand, seeping through his soaked shirt and pants, cooling from scorching
to tepid. Only then did ke slowly lift his chin to meet the angry eyes before him.
“Someone with your genes is meant to carry on the Laurence family legacy. Yet you insisted on
marrying a woman who couldn’t bear children. I sought Mr. Keith’s help to get her pregnant, and now
that she can have a child, you me me for keeping it a secret. I can’t always bend to your wishes, can
I?”
Such selfish words dripped with cold indifference from ke’s lips.
Bernard red at the cold-hearted old man, his anger reaching a boiling point as he suddenly pulled
out a small golden pocketknife from his belt.
It was the first time the old man had seen Bernard this furious, and he held his breath in fear.
“Such a dark aura around you, no wonder it’se back to haunt Eleanor!”
At those words, Bernard’s expression tightened, and the knife in his hand shifted direction. As the
sharp de whizzed past his ear towards the sofa, the old man exhaled with relief. His incredulous
eyes followed Bernard as he withdrew the knife, expressionless.
“You would really raise a hand against your own flesh and blood over a woman? What happened to
family loyalty?!”
“She’s dying, and you expect me to care about your damn family loyalty?!”^
The household staff knew well that Mr. Laurence never swore. This was a first, indicating just how
furious he truly was. But his anger was trivial in ke’s eyes. After a long silence, the other man
steadied his shaken spirits and spoke coldly.
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“Bernard, it was wrong of me to have Mr. Keith hide the risks of childbirth from you, but I’ve already had
him prescribe the best medications to help Eleanor’s condition and reduce the danger during delivery.
It was her own choice to apany you on your trip, interrupting the course of medication Mr. Keith
prescribed. That led to her developing pregnancy-induced hypertension, so you can’t ce all the
me on me.”
The grip on the golden knife handle loosened slightly at ke’sst sentence. Bernard couldn’t entirely
me ke, but…
“If I had known earlier that childbirth posed a threat to her life, I would never have allowed her to get
pregnant. I don’t care if it meant ending my lineage; I just want her to be healthy. But you gambled with
her life for the sake of your precious genes.”
Bernard’s eyes, once full of anger, now showed only a bleak despair, “Throughout my life, Donna beat
me, and you never stopped her. You just asked her to leave me alive, seeing me as useful. If I hadn’t
been, you would have let her kill me…
At that time, I was grateful to be of use to you, so I could survive. But now, I wish I had been useless,
so no one would have bothered about whether my wife could have children…”
The disappointment in Bernard’s eyes was something ke had never witnessed, akin to identally
meeting the sincere gaze of a child and being struck by such purity, feeling ashamed amid his own
scheming heart, “Bernard, I…”
“From this point on, our rtionship is severed. We are dead to each other.”
With those final words, Bernard staggered out of the living room. If there was anyone to me, it was
himself. If he hadn’t gone to Area Opaca, Eleanor wouldn’t have interrupted her medication, and the
risk wouldn’t have been so great. So it was his fault, all his fault…
Dazed, Bernard crashed his car into the guardrail at the cliff’s edge. The car didn’t fall, but the front end
hung precariously in the air. He struggled out of the vehicle and stood on the cliff, watching as the car
plummeted below.
Echoing in his ears were the words of Dr. Amelia, 10%, 30% – all odds against Eleanor’s survival.
Trapped in this situation, Bernard was powerless. He forced himself to stay calm and, like a shrewd
businessman, made the stark choice.
Clutching his fists until his nails cut into his palms, he finally released the tension through the pain.
Then he took out his phone and called Dr. Amelia, “If we inducebor at seven months, is there any
chance for the child’s survival?”
Eleanor loved children, and the thought of terminating the pregnancy would be unbearable for her.
Now, all he could do was try to save her life and hope that the child, delivered prematurely, would also
survive.