Seeing how assertive Robert's tone was, Jacob knew better than to say more and nodded firmly. Without another word, Robert descended the stairs into the hall.
However, the hall was eerily empty—Eleanor had already left.
Robert’s sharp gaze swept across the room, and his thin lips tightened in a hard line. Sensing the tension, Jacob was equally taken aback.
Where had the lady of the house gone?
"Where is the Madam?" Jacob asked one of the maids nearby, his voice low but commanding.
At the same time, Robert’s piercing gaze also turned to the nervous maid, who hesitated before stammering, "The lady... she just left, said she had an appointment with someone."
An appointment with someone...
Robert’s eyes darkened, his expression growing cold.
"Who is she meeting?" His brows knitted together as a quiet intensity settled over him, a pressure that made the room feel smaller.
The maid bit her lip, on the verge of tears. "Fourth Master, I-I don’t know..."