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

college fashion spared

guys, intrigued by Willa’s cool demeanor,

around her, and headed straight for a

a monument stood in memory of a shooting that had

monument bore

this time, fresh flowers still lay at the base, a silent tribute to the

the one that was both familiar

known

blatantly provocative nickname, yet it had lain hidden here

Shameless!

gaze hardened as she studied the name, her eyes betraying scorn, anger, and

someone so full of venom could be her

Who was her mother?

was the purpose behind

a remorseless, conscienceless monster truly love his wife and

Willa was baffled.

of her existence in this

and the continuation

And her?

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

of a creator’s

she

her jacket, but it

knew?” A voice came

to see an older man dressed as a gardener, his hair silvered

“No, nobody,” she replied.

member. It’s best that you’re not,” the man

here cleaning when the shooting happened, right in this spot. Scared the daylights out of me, peed my pants

was taken aback.

pointed to the name,

and said, “Yes, him.

furrowed. He

How is that possible?

me more about what happened

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