Griffin fretted that Percival might actually break Leopold in two, so she quickly wheeled his chair away from the scene.

Percival glanced in the direction the pair had escaped.

“Fine,” he thought, “Someday I’ll show ’em some old-school roughhousing!”

“Mr. Wolf, any luck running into Kenneth?” Vivienne strolled up and asked.

Suddenly inspired, she considered creating a new fragrance, a companion to the “Old Man” scent—calling it “Old Ruffian”.

Percival nodded. “Yeah, he looked pretty down, not even watching where he was going.”

“Ah, to be young again.” Karen chuckled.

After a brief discussion outside the ward about Dracon and Gillian’s situation, the group was about to head out for a meal when Karen’s cell phone rang.

It was Willa Perez.

Ever since Karen had returned to the Perez family, Willa had been conspicuously absent.

Karen had tried to reach out a few times, but Willa’s obsession ran deep; she wanted to track down F-Poison before returning to the Perez family.

Karen respected that. Willa had her own path to follow.

The unexpected message from Willa now piqued Karen’s curiosity.

The text contained a photo of a university gate abroad.

That very university was where Flynn had studied overseas—the same place F-Poison had once been.

Karen took a deep breath. “Willa’s on to F-Poison’s trail. Hopefully, she digs up some leads.”

In Scepter Country, Willa stared at the university’s gate and strode through with determination.

The campus was alive with the vigor of youth.

Every student, regardless of gender, wore bright smiles as if nourished by honey.

clad in a black leather jacket, walked across the field, her attire clashing with the sundresses

college fashion spared

by Willa’s cool

signals around her, and headed straight for a war

a monument stood in memory of a shooting that

around the world, the monument bore inscriptions in multiple languages, followed

time, fresh flowers still lay at

found the one that was

also known

provocative nickname, yet it had lain hidden here for so long,

Shameless!

studied the name, her eyes

so full of venom could

Who was her mother?

was the purpose

remorseless, conscienceless monster truly love

Willa was baffled.

of her

were legacies, treasures, and the continuation of

And her?

was darkness, sorrow, a living apology to the world—if there was anything she shared with

of a creator’s evil,

clenched as she stared

her jacket, but it couldn’t match

you knew?” A voice came

an older man dressed as a

“No, nobody,” she replied.

that you’re not,” the man said as he arranged the flowers neatly and wiped the dust

happened, right in this spot. Scared

taken

to the name,

said,

brow furrowed. He saved

How is that possible?

could you tell me more about

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