The cold intensity radiating from Eleanor seemed to momentarily overwhelm Samuel’s brother, August, leaving him lost in thought. After an uneasy pause, August regained his composure, though his voice remained shaky as he muttered, "You... you just wait. Samuel will be here soon!"
As if summoned by the declaration, the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase. Eleanor’s piercing gaze shifted toward the sound, catching sight of Samuel.
Clad in a crisp white shirt and tailored dress pants, Samuel descended deliberately, his polished appearance contrasting sharply with the raw tension in the room. His cane struck the floor rhythmically, adding an air of gravitas to his entrance. Beside him was Alberto, who quickly crossed the hall to assist August to his feet.
"Master, let me take you to your room," Alberto said with careful deference.