At this moment, Jacob's voice rang out again from outside the door, "Fourth Master..."
Robert quickly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his gaze had regained some clarity, though a deep, unfathomable darkness still lingered in his eyes.
"I'll go have a look," he said softly, his voice slightly hoarse.
Eleanor nodded, but a touch of loss inexplicably flashed across her heart. She didn’t fully understand why, but as she watched Robert move towards the door, she felt an unexpected reluctance and a strong desire for him not to leave.
This fleeting emotion soon passed, and Eleanor straightened up from the bed as Robert quickly and decisively opened the door.
"Fourth Master," Jacob greeted respectfully. However, he keenly noticed that the Fourth Master's complexion seemed troubled, and a slight frown creased his forehead. Jacob felt a pang of unease and nervously moistened his lips.