Chapter 433

Janice set down her cutlery with a delicate frown, watching Eleanor stride across the hall with an air of quiet defiance. "Wait a moment!" August’s voice thundered after her, his frustration palpable. Eleanor didn’t slow her pace, nor did she acknowledge him. Her resolve seemed impenetrable, but her steps faltered slightly when the main doors creaked open, revealing Samuel’s imposing silhouette. He entered slowly, leaning on his cane, his posture commanding despite the evident weariness etched into his features. “Son, you’re back,” Janice greeted him, a small, hopeful smile lighting her face. Samuel nodded faintly, but Eleanor’s curiosity was piqued. He hadn’t been home all night, and now, seeing the faint shadows under his eyes and the stiffness in his gait, she wondered where he had been. He still wore his impeccably tailored black suit, though fatigue clung to him like a shadow. August’s anger quickly dissipated at Samuel’s appearance. Feigning reproach, he approached with a nervous