Chapter 249

At that moment, Eleanor happened to lift her eyes, meeting Robert's deep, unwavering gaze. Her own eyes, clouded and moist, seemed to shimmer faintly, like water touched by a soft glow. There was a vulnerability in her expression, a silent plea as if she were trying to say, "I feel so bad..." Robert’s breath caught in his throat. Her delicate state tugged at something deep within him, something he had kept buried for so long. Any doubts he had before vanished instantly. Eleanor... She had become the victim of a cruel, calculated plot, and the mere thought of it sent a cold, unyielding rage surging through him. "Who did this?" Robert’s voice was low, dangerous, as he grasped Eleanor’s shoulders, his grip firm yet trembling with restrained anger. Fury brewed in his eyes, cold and unforgiving. Who would dare to plot against Eleanor right under his nose? But Eleanor was in no condition to answer. Her consciousness was slipping away, and all she could do was cling to him instinctively. She