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 irritation

hand to silence him, “Dad’s resting.

nodded respectfully and tiptoed back to his father’s

over the phone that Dad’s recovery was going well? This doesn’t look right to

Yorick’s complexion was so pale it was almost translucent. His lips were chapped, and his once full cheeks were

he could pass away at any moment. Arthur could only tell

both envious and fearful of

Arthur’s probing, sweat beaded on Dracon’s forehead. “Arthur, I didn’t mean to keep things from you. It’s Dad; he didn’t want to

wouldn’t hurt him, but you never can tell what’s going on inside someone’s head. And his wife, she was finally acknowledged by the Brooks family, only to see them fall into ruin soon after. I’ve heard rumors that she wasn’t exactly innocent in

supplements Percival brought that

“Specter Healer?”

is elusive; not just anyone can find them. I’m just worried… I’m worried

closely guarded secret

War God of Veridia, would surely have the means to persuade Vivienne

was the perfect scenario for Dracon to sit back and watch the two of them duke it out for his

He administered the poison,

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

“What?”

have their achievements, and I’m the only one who’s fallen short. But I’ve been with Dad for years. No one knows his condition better than I do. Bringing in

enough to

swept over Dracon with an inscrutable look, “I agree with

“Dad!”

for a moment. Dad and I have

apartment, Vivienne finally had a

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