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.

walked across the field, her attire clashing with the sundresses

freedom of college fashion spared her

whistle-blowing guys, intrigued by Willa’s cool demeanor,

walked on, ignoring all the signals around her, and

memory of a shooting

monument bore inscriptions in multiple languages, followed by the victims’

fresh flowers still lay at the base,

the names and found the one that

known

lain hidden here for so

Shameless!

gaze hardened as she studied the name, her eyes

so full of

Who was her mother?

the purpose behind her

remorseless, conscienceless monster truly love

Willa was baffled.

of her existence in

children were legacies, treasures, and the continuation of

And her?

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

creator’s evil,

she stared at

but it couldn’t match

someone you knew?” A voice came from

see an older man dressed as a gardener,

“No, nobody,” she replied.

that you’re not,”

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

taken

pointed to the name,

looked up, smiled at Elliot’s name, and said, “Yes,

furrowed. He saved

How is that possible?

about what happened

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