Chapter 383

Eleanor’s eyes narrowed, a steely coldness emanating from their depths. Her piercing gaze was like a blade of ice, slicing through the space between them. Each word she uttered carried a menacing weight. "Linda," her voice was low but deadly. "You'd better confess the truth—fully." Linda froze. Her brows furrowed in pain as her heart quivered uncontrollably. Had Eleanor discovered something? "What are you talking about?" Linda croaked, her voice barely masking the tremor in her words. She stretched out her hands, desperately trying to loosen Eleanor’s vice-like grip on her neck. Eleanor’s fingers tightened further, her grip unyielding. It was as though she was holding not just Linda’s throat but the truth itself. "You know exactly what I’m talking about," she hissed. Before confronting Linda, Eleanor’s suspicions had been unsteady, like loose threads in a tapestry. But seeing Linda now—her demeanor, her hesitation—had solidified those doubts into certainty. This woman was hiding someth