"A woman named Charlotte."
Victor didn't say this out loud. Instead, he said it silently in his head.
He found that he couldn't even mention Charlotte's name.
Just thinking the name "Charlotte" made his heart hurt like a knife was stabbing it.
A mocking expression flashed in Victor's eyes. "Little Uncle, you were right at the beginning," he said. "How could students talk about love? My first love, which I thought was beautiful, was just an illusion! She didn't love me, not at all."
Only then did Henry remember that Victor seemed to have fallen in love with a commoner. He had even talked to him about it specifically.
"Little Uncle," Victor continued, "you were not interested in women before, so I thought that you had a mental problem and were a psychopath."
Henry did not reply.
A psychopath?
He suddenly regretted it. He shouldn't have come to see his nephew.
