"What happened to him?" Dr. Emmanuellie asked Belle, her brow furrowed with deep concern after carefully checking her brother's condition. "His wounds are a mix of old and new, and the bruising patterns vary drastically based on the different materials used to hit him. "Who looks after him when you're at work?"
"Doc, I don't really know what happened. I... I... he never said a single thing to me. I—" Belle broke down, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed uncontrollably in front of the senior specialist. She truly had no idea and couldn't provide a single factual detail. "Why does it have to be him? My brother is well-behaved, and he never gave me any problems. Never."
"Were you always close to him?"
"Yes. We were always together before. My brother was incredibly clingy and sweet, but lately, I noticed that he started growing a little distant from me. I... I just thought it was because he was growing up and maybe wanted to have some space of his own."
