Chapter 882

Chapter 882:

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The servant's news seemed surreal to Erick. Vividly, he recalled Elin's plans to continue her studies locally.

Annis's eyes widened. "Mr. Foster, Elin went to study."

"I'm aware of that, Annis, but where exactly?"

Annis replied: "In Uchaesau, Mr. Foster."

Hearing this, Erick's already cold gaze sharpened, a winter cold emanating from him. "She. "Why precisely in Uchaesau?" he asked, with a lump in his throat.

Annis let out a tired sigh. «He thought that the universities there were better suited. "She won't be home during the holidays and even thought about flying me over to accompany her."

Acceptance washed over Erick. Sure enough, Elin was an ocean away.

With barely a murmur, he asked, "Then why deprive her of her room?" It wasn't a permanent farewell. Why then had they emptied their space?

He knew Elin's delicate nature. The void could hurt her upon her return.

Erick's face was a mask of ice as he insisted: «Who decided to empty Elin's room? Was it my father?

His tone filled with anger, Erick turned to leave. "On the Fosters' extensive grounds, do we need this room so much?"

Annis, seeing that Erick was determined to find answers, shouted, "Mr. Foster, Mr. Foster!"

Annis finally caught up with Erick, out of breath, and revealed, "Elin emptied the room herself."

Erick paused, dumbfounded. “Did he?”

“Yes,” Annis confirmed, nodding. «He gave me a sum, his unspent allowance and savings from a part-time job. Together we found a small house on the outskirts. "He planned to start from scratch there, away from the Foster estate, upon his return."

This revelation hit Erick unexpectedly. Elin had taken a decisive step.

By purchasing his own house, he had permanently severed ties with the Fosters.

Confusion clouded Erick's thoughts. Elin hadn't shown resentment before… Why would she? He had slipped away without leaving any words. He realized that she was seeking to distance herself not only from her family, but also from him. Years of friendship dissipated in silence. His departure was truly ruthless.

Erick's eyelids were heavy, his face marked by fatigue, without any hint of anger. Silently, without saying goodbye to Annis, he turned around and walked away.

Annis watched him go, a pang of worry tightening in her chest. A thought suddenly struck her. Maybe Elin's removal from the Foster fold was for the best.

The seasons passed; spring gave way to autumn.

Erick immersed himself in work and the days blurred in a whirlwind of activity.

Until a message arrived from a representative of Uchaesau, proposing a collaboration with the Foster family shipping empire.

Uchaesau was far from Swynborough and, after calculating the costs, it was clear that this route was not profitable and was even likely to turn into a loss. Historically, the Foster Group had not entertained the idea of ​​venturing into the Uchaesau market.

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