Chapter 272

Eleanor’s stride faltered, her figure stiffening at the remark. Her fists clenched at her sides, the cold glint in her eyes "No need." Eleanor's voice was cold, her expression even colder, as she curtly refused the offer. She turned on her heel and continued walking, her every step decisive. "Eleanor, why would you do that?" Samuel's voice, casual yet biting, carried after her. "Marrying a cripple like Robert—don't you think that's unfair to you?" Eleanor’s stride faltered, her figure stiffening at the remark. Her fists clenched at her sides, the cold glint in her eyes growing sharper. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, spinning on her heel. Her gaze bore into Samuel, her features taut with fury. Samuel chuckled lightly, "Take it as you will." For a moment, Eleanor froze. Recognition flickered in her mind. She had seen Samuel before, heard his voice somewhere familiar—not at the resort for the sacred feast a decade ago, but in a shadowy place, not long ago... Her lips tightened. Sh