Abigail clenched her fists in frustration, watching helplessly as the men in black slowly receded from view. Eleanor broke through the encirclement and climbed into the sleek, black Rolls-Royce. Jacob, without a word, slipped into the driver’s seat. With an air of quiet authority, the car swung around and drove off, leaving the stunned onlookers behind.
Inside the car, Eleanor and Robert sat side by side. She couldn’t help but steal glances at him, noticing how much he seemed to have changed. In the past, he had always stayed indoors, avoiding people, leading to only a few in Chicago to have seen his true face. But now, he appeared willing to show himself more openly—in front of Patrick before, and now in front of Michael and others.
She had assumed he was reclusive by choice, yet here he was, revealing himself with surprising ease.