Chapter 125 One Hundred and Seventy four

ELEANOR’S POV

The carriage rattled softly against the uneven path, but inside, there was nothing but suffocating silence. Eudora sat alone—or so she thought. Her face was pale, void of any emotion, her hands clutching the folds of her dress tightly in her lap. For the first time in years, she tru...

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