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.

his

hand to silence him, “Dad’s

with impatience, but he nodded respectfully and tiptoed back to his father’s side, his hands

his father, his eyes darkened, “Didn’t you say over the phone

pale it was almost translucent. His lips

first awakened from surgery, as if he could pass away at any moment. Arthur could only tell by the faint breathing that the old man was

was both envious and fearful of his elder

you. It’s Dad; he didn’t want to

was one of helpless regret. “If you ask me, Dad’s just been too soft on Percival. He thinks the guy wouldn’t hurt him, but you never can tell what’s going on inside someone’s head. And his wife, she was finally acknowledged

taking the supplements Percival brought that Dad got poisoned. Now, his condition’s been

“Specter Healer?”

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

guarded secret within the Linklater family, a secret Dracon

as the War God of Veridia, would surely have

be so amenable. It was the perfect scenario for Dracon to sit back and watch the two of them duke it out for

Percival into custody. He administered the poison, so he must have

flashed imperceptibly, “I will have someone search for the Specter Healer. As for Dad, a professional caregiver will

“What?”

I’m the black sheep of the family. I’ve never made anyone proud. All my sisters have their achievements, and I’m the only one who’s fallen short. But I’ve been with

had been long enough to

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

“Dad!”

a low tone, “Dracon, step outside for a moment. Dad and I have

finally had a moment

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