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,

fashion spared her any undue

intrigued by Willa’s cool

all the signals around her, and headed

a monument stood in memory of a shooting that had occurred years

world, the monument bore inscriptions in multiple languages, followed

lay at the base,

one that was both familiar and foreign to

known as

yet it had lain hidden

Shameless!

studied the name, her eyes betraying scorn, anger, and

understand how someone so full of venom

Who was her mother?

purpose

conscienceless monster truly love his wife

Willa was baffled.

the point of her existence in

treasures, and the continuation

And her?

to the world—if there was anything

of a creator’s evil, shadowy

as she stared

it couldn’t match the heat in

someone you knew?” A voice

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

“No, nobody,” she replied.

It’s best that you’re not,” the man

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,

taken

pointed to

up, smiled at Elliot’s name, and said, “Yes, him. A

brow furrowed. He saved

How is that possible?

could you tell me more about what happened

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