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

freedom of college fashion spared her

intrigued by Willa’s cool demeanor,

signals around her, and

monument stood in memory of a shooting

monument bore inscriptions in multiple languages, followed

time, fresh flowers still lay at the

the names and found the one

known

provocative nickname, yet it had lain hidden here for so long, commemorated and

Shameless!

the name, her eyes betraying

couldn’t understand how someone so full of venom could be her

Who was her mother?

the purpose behind

conscienceless monster truly love

Willa was baffled.

the point of her

children were legacies, treasures, and

And her?

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

of a creator’s evil, shadowy

clenched as she stared at the

it

someone you knew?” A voice came from

an older man dressed as a gardener, his

“No, nobody,” she replied.

best that you’re

was 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

taken

pointed to the

gardener looked up, smiled at Elliot’s name, and said, “Yes, him. A very genteel man

furrowed.

How is that possible?

about what happened back then?

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