Chapter 197

Eleanor's hand remained clasped in Robert's palm until the old lady loosened her grip, leaving their hands intertwined. Eleanor subtly struggled, and this time, Robert didn't maintain the hold, silently letting go. She pulled her hand back, relieved. "Good child…" the old lady said, her gentle gaze on Eleanor. Her voice was weak, "You and Pudding must take good care of each other... Pudding has had a hard time..." Eleanor listened, somewhat dismissively, but her attention was drawn to the old lady's arm. Irregular patches of darkness dotted her skin. An incredible thought crossed Eleanor's mind: the old lady might have been poisoned. The toxin accumulated over the years and surfaced on the skin as patches. Could it be that the old lady wasn't ill but intentionally poisoned? That would explain why she wasn't sent to a hospital but kept in this remote manor. How had she been poisoned, and what kind of toxin was it? Eleanor didn't know, but if she could examine the old lady closely, perha