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.

a black leather jacket, walked across the field, her attire clashing with the sundresses and t-shirts around

of college fashion spared

intrigued by Willa’s cool demeanor,

all the signals around her, and headed

stood in memory of a shooting that had occurred years

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

still lay at the base,

the names and found the one

known as

it had lain hidden here for so long,

Shameless!

her eyes betraying scorn, anger, and a

full of venom could

Who was her mother?

the purpose behind her

a remorseless, conscienceless monster truly love his wife

Willa was baffled.

of her existence in

legacies, treasures, and the continuation of

And her?

the world—if there was anything she

creator’s evil,

as she stared at

jacket, but it couldn’t

monument honor someone you knew?” A voice came

an older man dressed

“No, nobody,” she replied.

You looked so sad; I thought maybe you were missing a family member. It’s best that you’re not,” the man said as he arranged

Willa when he added, “I was here cleaning when the shooting happened, right in this spot. Scared the daylights out of me, peed my pants even. If it hadn’t been for Elliot, my name would be

taken aback.

to the

and said, “Yes, him.

brow furrowed. He saved

How is that possible?

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