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.

black leather jacket, walked across the field, her

fashion spared her

few whistle-blowing guys, intrigued by Willa’s

on, ignoring all the signals around her,

in memory of a

monument bore inscriptions in multiple languages, followed by the

after all this time, fresh flowers still lay at the base,

the names and found the one that was

known

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

Shameless!

the name, her eyes betraying scorn, anger,

so full of venom could

Who was her mother?

purpose behind her

conscienceless monster truly love

Willa was baffled.

the point of her

and the

And her?

world—if there was anything she shared

of a creator’s

she stared at the

jacket, but it couldn’t

you knew?” A voice came

dressed as

“No, nobody,” she replied.

a family member. It’s best that you’re not,” the man said as he arranged the flowers

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. If it hadn’t been for Elliot, my name would be on this

taken

pointed to the name,

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

furrowed.

How is that possible?

more about what happened back then? I’m very

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