Victoria remained silent, but Franklin Clegg drew nearer to her. In a devilish whisper, he murmured in her ear, "It doesn't matter... Even if your face were completely disfigured, it wouldn't affect me in the slightest, and my interest in you wouldn't wane at all..."
"Franklin Clegg," said Victoria, who no longer addressed him as her older brother. With sheer incomprehension in her voice, she asked, "Why... why are you doing this...?"
Why was he treating her like this?
He seemed to treat her well, cared for her; yet, he locked her up and targeted everyone around her. Moreover, he had allowed Selena Paul to scheme against her.
"Want to ask what my attitude is towards you?" Franklin Clegg moved an inch closer to her. His breath, tinged with the sweet scent of a cigar, caressed her face.
"Yes," Victoria instinctively shrank back a little, avoiding his intimate breath, "Franklin Clegg, what is your attitude towards me?"
