Chapter 429

Samuel’s expression was cold and stern, a rare flicker of desolation shadowing his typically aloof demeanor. His pale eyes, sharp as frost, reflected anger and frustration. Despite Eleanor’s love for Robert, he believed she wouldn’t go so far as to risk her life for him. Surely, she would send someone expendable to draw out the poison. But Eleanor herself had stepped forward. “Why?” Samuel’s voice cracked the tense silence, his breath shallow as he wrestled with his emotions. His tone was as brittle as ice in winter, masking an inner fragility. Eleanor, pale as snow, shut her eyes with an air of indifference. Her face, softened by a faint, translucent glow, exuded both exhaustion and resilience. “Eleanor!” Samuel’s voice rose, anger lacing his words, his sharp eyes narrowing as if demanding answers. Irritated, Eleanor frowned and opened her eyes just enough to glare at him. “You’re annoying,” she murmured, her voice raspy and laced with disdain. Samuel blinked, momentarily taken aback