For the next ten or so minutes, the whole vicinity heard the cries for help from Albert and the laugh of menace from Richard.
Richard was restless. From Lilia's perception, it seemed he was angered and was venting out everything on the man who dared hurt the young master. However, from Bellarine's perspective, it seemed her son was having fun. Just pure fun.
Inflicting pain, listening to prey's cries, bathing in their blood and never stopping—these were something she had never taught him but he had learned everything that Bellarine deemed necessary to survive in this world and reign supremacy.
The wails of pain and agony from the butler had long faded and now her son was just enjoying tormenting a dead body.
Bellarine finally moved after commanding Lilia to step out.
Inside the lobby, there was only Bellarine, her Richie and a dead insect. That's why she didn't mind lunging at her baby and embracing him with all her might.
