He was just about to lash out when he heard a storm of anger explode in his ears. His spine stiffened and his brow furrowed as the person he least expected to see returned.

"Arthur, what are you doing?" The deep, brooding voice carried the hint of coldness.

Emma heard it. She pouted, immediately cried out, and sniffed as she whimpered "Uncle Hall, Uncle Hall, I need your help!"

Arthur's head was full of black lines. Just now she dropped tears silently. But when she saw her patron, she immediately changed her face and cried out loud to make Frank pity her.

"Emma, a poor child, get up!" Frank helped...