Chapter 549

Still lost in a daze, Eleanor barely registered when the car glided past the gates and into William’s Court. The scenery outside the window blurred, yet remained painfully familiar—the manicured hedges, the lush green lawns that rolled gently into vibrant flower fields, their colours undimmed by time. And there it was. The villa. Elegant, stately, and unchanging. Just like it had been four years ago. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes lingered on it. Her fingers curled slightly in her lap, a reflexive gesture of unease. Her expression remained outwardly serene, but her eyes—those expressive, mournful eyes—betrayed the sorrow simmering beneath the surface. Four years... Time had passed, but the place hadn’t aged a day. “The scene remains, but the people are gone.” The ancient phrase rang hollow in her heart, its weight sinking into her like a stone dropped into still water. A soft voice disrupted her thoughts. “Miss Susan... Miss Susan…” Jacob’s voice was low, almost hesitant,