Victor couldn't control his emotions.

He pulled down Belle's coat, but halfway through, he saw Belle's bare shoulder and the small piece of fabric left on her snow-white skin.

His face was dark, but he didn't continue.

His eyes were sore and painful. "Uncle, thank you. I'll take Belle home now. Another day, we'll have a meal together with Uncle."

Alfred stood still.

His demeanor was cold and distant, keeping everyone at arm's ...