Though Pierre remained silent, his wide eyes confirmed Felix's suspicions.

"You're causing harm to others at such a young age instead of doing good deeds. Linda is suffering while you paint comfortably here. Don't you know what you've done?"

At Linda's name, Pierre broke down in tears. "It wasn't intentional! I swear! I... I just wanted to touch the skin of the person I loved. Is that so wrong?"

Then, his voice rose to a shout. "Did I choose what family I was born into? I'd rather be normal than have these disgusting hands!"

Felix helped Pierre's gloves back on and signaled Yasmin to turn around.

She immediately launched into him. "So, you knew what would happen when you touched Linda, yet you did it anyway?"

Pierre wept harder. "No! I didn't know until afterward. I'd never have touched her if I knew. I love Linda enough to die for her. How could I possibly hurt her?"

After checking Pierre's pulse, Felix shook his head. "Early on, one scale would have sufficed. Now we need both