Chapter 58
"There are no leads on Miss Belle’s whereabouts." I slammed the papers down on the table. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration.
"But how is it possible for someone to disappear without money, without family to help them, nothing…" I muttered as I collapsed into my chair.
"Maybe… because she never had anything," Joffre said, looking me in the eye.
"I can’t imagine a girl like her living a life like that, but… maybe that’s the only explanation, even if I don’t want to admit it."
"If we accept that possibility, our search margin becomes almost impossible. She could be anywhere if she went back to living on the streets."
"No… we still have one option."
"What is it, sir?"
"Her grandfather is still in the hospital. Belle would never take him out to live on the streets again."
"Do you intend to ask that man… where Miss Belle is? I don’t mean to be rude, sir, but that man doesn’t seem very lucid."
"We have no other choice, and now that we know she might be on the streets, we have to hurry…"
"As you wish, sir."
♡
When I arrived at Belle’s grandfather’s hospital room, it was completely filled with books and pages taped to the walls. An older man with long, completely gray hair and an unkempt beard was inside.
"Mr. Beethoven?" The man turned towards me, adjusted his round glasses, and looked at me with confusion.
"Yes? Do we know each other?"
"Nice to meet you, I’m… I’m… Belle’s boss." I extended my hand, but the man just stared at it.
"What do you want with my granddaughter?"
"I’m just… looking for her."
"You’re not right for Belle; she’s a free girl…"
"Free?"
"Free from the oppressive chains of elitism," he said, turning his back to me and rummaging through his books for something.
"I just want to find your granddaughter. She could be in danger out there." He let out a laugh that annoyed me greatly.
"You can’t find someone who isn’t lost; maybe she doesn’t want to be found."
"What do you know? Where is Belle…?"
"I’ll only tell you one thing: if you really want to find my granddaughter, then find her. And if you know her well enough… you’ll know where she is. Now please leave, I’m tired of receiving visitors." I clenched my fists and, lowering my gaze, picked up one of the books from the floor and left.
"Sir, don’t worry, we’ll find her."
"We won’t, but we have a lead," I said, showing him the book.
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