As the commotion began to settle, the heavy wooden door of the Haven creaked open once more. Victor's chauffeur, a tall, broad-shouldered man with kind eyes, stepped inside. His presence was quiet but commanding, drawing curious glances from the remaining children and elders.
The chauffeur's eyes scanned the room, softening when they landed on Victor. With purposeful strides, he made his way through the thinning crowd towards Victor and Mrs. Fairfax.
"Ah, William," Mrs. Fairfax greeted him, her face lighting up with genuine warmth. "It's wonderful to see you again."
William's eyes crinkled with pleasure. Unable to speak, he communicated through a combination of sign language, facial expressions, and soft vocalizations. He raised his hands, fingers moving in a graceful dance as he signed.
"Hello, Mrs. Fairfax," Victor translated, his voice low. "It's good to be back."
