Chapter 583

Who was it that had once been so desperate to leave—as if escape were a matter of life and death? Eleanor couldn’t help but curl her lips into a faint, wry smile. She shook her head helplessly, amused by her wandering thoughts. She gently closed the door behind her, careful not to wake the little one already fast asleep inside. The hallway outside was calm and quiet, bathed in a soft amber glow. Every step echoed in the stillness like a quiet confession. Her eyes lowered, clouded with unspoken emotions, flickering like restless tides in the moonlight. What was Robert doing right now? Was he asleep, resting after a long day? Or was he still at his desk, drowning in spreadsheets and silence? She remembered how he used to work deep into the night, the study light burning until dawn. He'd never admit when he was tired—just quietly carry the weight of a thousand responsibilities on his shoulders. Who knows... Wait. Eleanor paused mid-step and raised a hand, tapping her forehead lightly. “St