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.

clad in a black leather jacket, walked across the field, her attire clashing with

college fashion spared her any

intrigued by Willa’s cool demeanor,

the signals around her, and headed

a monument stood in memory of a shooting that had

names from around the world, the monument bore

time, fresh flowers still lay at the base,

found the one that was both familiar and

also known as

lain hidden here for so long, commemorated

Shameless!

she studied the name, her eyes betraying

understand how someone so full

Who was her mother?

the purpose

monster truly love his wife

Willa was baffled.

of her existence in

children were legacies, treasures, and the continuation

And her?

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

of a creator’s

clenched as she

sun warmed her jacket, but it couldn’t match the heat in her

someone you knew?” A

dressed as a gardener, his hair silvered with

“No, nobody,” she replied.

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

here cleaning when the shooting happened, right in this spot. Scared the daylights out of me, peed my pants even. If it hadn’t

was taken aback.

to

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

furrowed. He

How is that possible?

about what happened back then? I’m

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