Walter scratched his itchy chin, his voice tinged with hesitation, “Miss, maybe we should just head back.”

Vivienne, that woman was sharp as a tack.

Even if she hadn’t sniffed out the oddities, Percival surely would have.

Walter couldn’t fathom what Victoria was thinking.

To just drop Kaitlyn off at the suburban mall and then drag herself here to suffer – it was like setting herself up to be stood up.

As Walter silently grumbled, he dared not voice his true thoughts aloud.

Victoria was running out of patience.

It was getting late into the afternoon, and still, no one had shown up, which led her to bellow in frustration, “Looks like we’ve got no choice but to go with plan B. We’re not waiting any longer! Let’s get out of here and deal with Vivienne later!”

The next day, at the Linklater residence.

Arthur had been tied up with business at the Vanguard Agency, and it was a rare moment for him to be home.

Yorick was taking his siesta, and he hadn’t allowed anyone to disturb him.

Ascending the stairs alone, Arthur pushed open the door to his father’s room and saw him reclining in his rocking chair, eyes closed in repose.

Dracon was seated beside him, but at the sound of the door, he looked up.

Arthur, he quickly masked his irritation with

raised his hand to silence him, “Dad’s resting. Keep

impatience, but he nodded respectfully and tiptoed back to his

Arthur’s gaze landed on his father, his eyes darkened, “Didn’t you say over the phone that Dad’s recovery was going well? This doesn’t look

pale it was almost translucent. His lips were chapped, and his once full cheeks were now

more frail than when he had first awakened from surgery, as if he could pass away at any moment. Arthur could only tell by the faint breathing that

and fearful of

It’s Dad;

his wife, she was finally acknowledged by the Brooks family, only to

was after taking the supplements Percival brought that Dad got poisoned. Now,

“Specter Healer?”

across his face, “Yes, but this person is elusive; not just anyone can find

guarded secret

Veridia, would surely have the means to persuade

not be so amenable. It was the perfect scenario

think we should take Percival into custody. He administered the poison, so he must have the antidote!” Dracon

As for Dad, a professional caregiver will be arriving in a few days to look after him. You can take some

“What?”

sidelined, “Arthur, don’t you trust me? I know I’m the black sheep of the family. I’ve never made anyone proud. All my sisters have their achievements, and I’m

to

over Dracon with an inscrutable look, “I agree with your brother. You need

“Dad!”

step outside for a moment. Dad and I

finally

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