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.

field, her attire clashing

of college fashion spared

by

around her, and headed straight for a war

of

the world, the monument bore inscriptions in multiple

fresh flowers still lay at the base, a

the names and found the one that was both familiar

known

a blatantly provocative nickname, yet it had lain hidden

Shameless!

eyes betraying scorn, anger, and a complex web of

how someone so full of venom could be

Who was her mother?

purpose behind

remorseless, conscienceless monster truly love his wife and

Willa was baffled.

point of her existence in this

legacies, treasures, and the

And her?

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

creator’s

she stared

it

this monument honor someone you knew?” A voice

man dressed as a

“No, nobody,” she replied.

fortunate. You looked so sad; I thought maybe you were missing a family member. It’s best that you’re not,”

unclear if he was speaking to himself or 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.

taken

pointed to

name, and said, “Yes, him.

brow furrowed. He

How is that possible?

could you tell me more about what

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