Chapter 465 The Price of Departure

In this world, there was no longer a Susan.

No more naïve girl who smiled without reservation, who believed in hope without hesitation…

Only now did Eleanor truly feel the weight of reality—Susan was gone. Truly, completely, irreversibly gone.

Susan…

Eleanor silently recited her name in her heart, a flicker of grief shadowing her delicate brows.

But she would live on.

Her life had not come easily, shaped not only by Morris Harrison’s relentless efforts but also by Susan’s ultimate sacrifice.

She had to survive—not just for herself, but for those who had risked everything for her.

With quiet determination, Eleanor turned, plucked a few beautiful wildflowers from the field, and gently placed them before Susan’s tombstone. Her gaze lingered on the engraved name, her eyes unreadable yet heavy with emotion.

"Susan, rest in peace. One day, we’ll meet again."

From the side, Morris Harrison watched in silence, his expression solemn.