Chapter 592

Eleanor strolled quietly through the estate grounds, dressed in a simple dark blue shirt and deep-hued trousers. Her look was understated—no makeup, no accessories—yet her elegance remained effortless, the kind that lingered in silence rather than demanded attention. She had just returned from a walk to what used to be the flower fields. Though she'd been back at Williams Court for some time now, she hadn’t truly explored the grounds—not the parts that held memories too heavy to confront. Alone, her steps had carried her to the very edge of the estate where those fields once flourished. She remembered it vividly—back then, the landscape had been blanketed in delicate sprays of baby's breath. The flowers had danced like whispered dreams in the breeze, their soft white blossoms swaying in gentle harmony with the wind. But now— That sacred land was barren. The sea of blossoms had vanished without a trace, replaced by a rolling expanse of lush, emotionless greenery. No more baby's breath.