Chapter 279

Looking at the photograph, Robert's brow furrowed even tighter, as if etched with cold steel. A trace of icy intent swept through the depths of his dark, profound eyes, as though countless frosts had suddenly crystallized within them. His handsome features tensed instantly, thin lips pressing into a hard line, emanating a chilling, dangerous aura that seemed to freeze the air around him. His slender fingers instinctively clenched, the tension in his knuckles so intense it felt as though they might crack audibly at any moment. Jacob, standing by, witnessed the dark transformation on Robert’s face. He wasn’t surprised. He had already reviewed the photographs in advance. The contents were outrageous. Robert's gaze remained locked on the photos, unflinching, as if the weight of the world rested on those still images. In the photograph, Eleanor was bound to an iron frame, her delicate limbs restrained by cold, heavy chains. Her head hung low, and only her disheveled, dark hair was visible.