Saturday

Belle stepped outside the hall to answer her phone, finding a quiet corner away from the bustling crowd.

The call was from the caregiver, her voice trembling, “Miss Summers, your mother suddenly fell ill and keeps demanding to see you and Mr. Shaw. We can’t manage it anymore.”

Belle’s heart sank. “Victor hasn’t gone over?”

The caregiver confirmed, “No.”

Belle took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. ...