After making sure that they were far, far away from Mother, Klein knelt down and gave Weiss a comforting hug. The little girl was shaking from head to toe, but she let herself sink into the butler's warm embrace. After a few minutes, she stopped shaking entirely.

"Are you alright, Weiss?," Klein asked worriedly, looking into her eyes. Weiss' face was paler than usual, her cheeks were wet with tears, and her eyes were wide and afraid. She didn't quite understand what had happened back there, but it was a terrible experience that she would not forget anytime soon. "I-I'm fine, Klein," Weiss said meekly. "But… w-why did Mother do that? What was she trying to do?" The heiress stared at Klein with confused, terrified, and beseeching eyes. Klein didn't know how to begin answering that question. "That's not something you should be concerned about, Weiss," he said, trying to force down the anger and disgust that his seven personalities were still feeling. Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror and realization.

"Weiss," he said shakily. "Has Mother done something… similar while I wasn't around? Has she done that to you or either of your siblings?" To Klein's immense relief, Weiss shook her head no. "Mother has never done that to me before. I… I don't think she has done that to Winter or Whitley either," she said. "Klein… was what Mother did to me something… bad? Is that why you were so upset at her?" She started crying again. "A-are you upset with me?"

"No, no, no, of course not!," Klein gasped, hugging her again. "I would never be upset with you, dear. Not after she–" He cut himself off just in time. Weiss didn't need to know. Let her remain innocent for a while longer. "Weiss… I think it's about time we tell your father about this. What happened in the library was… very serious. It cannot be brushed under the rug."

"Are you sure?," asked Weiss. "Would father even do anything? I don't think he would ever want to cross Mother. I don't think he even cares about us… He didn't even come to any of my birthdays…" Klein smiled sadly and placed his hand on her shoulder. "He will do something about this," he assured her. "Once your father hears about this from my own mouth, I am certain that he will have that… witch… tossed out the front door. He cares about you, Weiss. Even if he doesn't show it." That was a lie, of course. He had to tell her something comforting.

Weiss wiped her eyes with her balled fists, then smiled up at him. "Okay," she said softly. Klein smiled back, took her hand, and together, they walked to Jacques' study.

Along the way, the smile slowly vanished from the butler's face as his mind went over what had happened between Weiss and Mother. If he hadn't been there… if it was just the two of them alone together… He didn't even want to imagine what could've happened!

And yet, something didn't quite make sense. Why did Mother wait until now to make a move on the children? Why Weiss? Why do it right in front of him, knowing that he would have intervened? Unfortunately, there was not enough time to ponder over those thoughts.

They were already in front of the door to Jacques' study.

"Weiss… perhaps you had better stay right outside. I'll be exchanging a few… words with your father. It won't be pretty." Weiss looked up at him in confusion, but nodded and let go of his hand. Klein had to marvel at her resilience. Even after such a horrific ordeal, Weiss was handling it well for someone her age. He hoped she wasn't permanently scarred.

Klein took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Enter!," Jacques' voice impatiently responded from inside. Klein opened the door and glanced back at Weiss with one more smile to reassure her. Then, he stepped inside and gently closed the door behind him.

Jacques was sitting at his desk, a large painting of himself looming above him. He was surprised to see Klein entering his study, since the butler rarely came over unless he was the one to call him over. "Well, what is it? I'm quite busy, so make it quick," he said.

"It's about Mother," said Klein. Instantly, he saw Jacques tense up. Just the mention of her was enough to unnerve him. "What about her?," he asked, his voice on edge.

"She molested your daughter," Klein said bluntly. "She needs to leave."

Jacques stared at him for a moment, his face completely blank. Then, he slowly reached into his desk drawer and took out two empty glasses and a bottle of champagne. Klein watched as he slowly poured himself a glass. "Would you like a glass?," he offered. "I've had it imported directly from Mistral. It is truly one-of-a-kind." Klein shook his head. Jacques shrugged, put the bottle away, and downed the entire glass in one go. He looked Klein in the eye.

"She's staying. I made it quite clear to you about that during our last talk."

"How could you say that?!," yelled Klein, slamming his hand on Jacques' desk, his eyes turning red once again. "How could you say that after hearing what I just told you?! That thing… that beast… just molested one of your own children! And you're going to let her stay here?! Are you insane?!" Surprisingly, Jacques remained perfectly calm. He waited until Klein was finished with his little temper tantrum, then continued. "Mother is our guest, and as such, she is allowed to do whatever she wants," he said coldly, shocking Klein. "I am truly sorry about Weiss, but I'm sure it's nothing that a few sessions with the best therapists in Atlas couldn't fix."

Klein couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You think that's going to fix it?! Some therapy?! Weiss has gone through a traumatic experience, and–!" He stopped. He stared at Jacques, just noticing the slip-up. "Mr. Schnee… I never mentioned it was Weiss who was just molested…," he said. Jacques winced a little. "Well… I knew that Mother had her eye on Weiss for a while now…," he confessed, right before Klein rushed forward and punched him square in the nose. He punched him again for good measure, then grabbed him by his tie.

"YOU KNEW!," he roared, glaring at Jacques. "You KNEW it was going to happen, and you did nothing to stop it! NOTHING!" Jacques didn't look scared or angry. Instead, he looked… defeated. "I didn't want it to happen, Klein. But… what was I supposed to do?"

"Is that even a question?!," Klein spat, shoving Jacques back in his chair. "Have you forgotten who you are? You're Jacques Schnee, the richest and most powerful man in Atlas! And yet, you're letting yourself get trampled on by that monster of a woman! What happened to that spine of yours, Jacques?! What possessed you to even bring her here?!"

After ranting, Klein took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I don't care what you do to me," he said coldly. "I don't care if you have me fired or arrested. If you won't do anything about her… then I will." Then, Jacques did something that Klein never expected.

The proud and narcissistic CEO of the Schnee Dust Company started begging.

"Please, Klein. Whatever you're thinking of doing… don't do it. Yes, I brought her here, and yes, I let her do anything she wanted… but only because I knew that if I did otherwise, the consequences would've been very dire. I crossed Mother once, a long time ago… and I paid for it dearly. You don't know what she's capable of. She's a monster, on that, we can agree. But I've learned that fighting against her would bring nothing but misery. This is not a threat, Klein. It is a warning. Please, do not make the same mistake I did. You have to believe me."

Klein glared at him. Then, without saying a word, he turned around and left.