Chapter 393

The room was steeped in tension. Theodore had left, and with him, the last barrier protecting Eleanor from the insidious machinations of Oliver and the rest of the Hampton family. She no longer needed to endure their bullying in silence. "I'm sorry if I hurt you by kicking you." Eleanor's lips curved into a faint, mocking smile, her tone carrying an unmistakable edge of sarcasm. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. The Hampton patriarch and matriarch arrived, their presence commanding attention as they entered. Summoned by Oliver, they had come to settle the matter of the villa, expecting the proceedings to favor their favored son. Instead, they were greeted by a shocking scene. Oliver lay sprawled on the floor, grimacing in pain, his face contorted as he struggled to stand. "My son, what happened to you?" The old patriarch’s voice thundered through the hall as he rushed to Oliver’s side, his brow furrowed in alarm. The matriarch, equally distraught, clutched her