When Eleanor heard those two words, her gaze sharpened, fierce with intensity.
Er Er...
Those words were incredibly familiar to her. It was her nickname. Before she returned to the Hampton family, before she became Eleanor, her name was Er Er.
Eleanor’s eyes locked onto the girl standing before her, deep and unreadable. Something about this girl felt different. Special.
Why did this girl have eyes so similar to hers? And why was her name also Er Er? What hidden connection could there be between them?
“Eleanor, what’s wrong?” Robert’s warm voice resonated softly in her ear, pulling her out of her thoughts.
He looked at Eleanor with a gaze that was as deep as the ocean. Eleanor blinked, startled, and instinctively looked at him.
"Nothing..." she murmured, shaking her head.
Robert, however, reached out and gently ruffled her hair, his touch soft and familiar.