Upon hearing this, Alfred's gaze turned somewhat sinister. “A mediator?”

Victor nodded repeatedly, pressing his hands against his forehead. “Uncle, you’ve helped Belle before. Belle is a grateful girl. She will listen to you.”

Alfred swirled his wine glass, the brilliant light from the chandelier slicing through his eyes.

The scattered light was cold and glaring. Alfred asked indifferently, “When Belle discovered your affair, you probably ...