Chapter 548 Shadows of the Past

• Why does she keep mentioning it? Rosine was her world, and Gawen was the love of her life. Why isn't she talking about them now? Nadia wondered as she watched Eleanor struggle to breathe.
• Eleanor's breaths grew more labored, her body trembling as she tried to reach out. Her arm fell short, weak, and unsteady. Blood streaked her face as she forced a strained, broken smile.
• "Nadia... Na... Nadia... I'm sorry... it's all my fault... I'm so sorry..." Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper.