Chapter 591

Though four years had passed... Some things refused to fade. Regret lingered like a phantom around Robert, clinging to him in quiet, unshakable moments. If only he'd chosen differently back then, would Miss Eleanor have been spared the pain? The danger? Would her life have taken another path? And would he—Fourth Master—have avoided spending the last four years imprisoned in silence, suffocating beneath the weight of his own choices? Jacob exhaled quietly, his expression as serene and deep as the still surface of an ancient well. “Fourth Master, is it the child's origins that trouble you… Or is it Miss Susan?” Robert’s response was soft, devoid of emotion, yet it carried the weight of something deeply buried. “Only you would know that.” And with those few words, he shut the door on his own heart. Jacob studied him carefully. Robert’s long, elegant eyes—usually unreadable—now flickered with turbulent undercurrents. His outward detachment remained intact, but something about his silence b