Alone.

That was the crux of it all.

Miles wanted a one-on-one chat. About what, exactly?

She wasn't having any of it.

No way!

"Langston, buddy, I just got off the plane, and I'm feeling kind of under the weather. Can we maybe catch up after I've had some rest?" Felicity, aiming to prove her discomfort, furrowed her brows dramatically and massaged her temples, "I... my head is killing me! Ugh! And I feel nauseous, like I'm gonna hurl!"

Esther, witnessing her state, quickly tugged at Miles's sleeve, "Felicity really looks unwell, maybe whatever you need to discuss can wait till she's feeling better?"

Hearing this, Felicity nodded vigorously, "Exactly, Esther's right!"

Caught up in the moment, she forgot her act of illness and quickly resumed her posture, massaging her forehead.

nothing major,

if Miles was insistent, there had to be

a moment, she gave a slight nod,

utterly confused, "What

head like a tambourine, "Dad, I'm not feeling well, I don't want to chat with him alone, I just want to go inside and

last hope

are

a profound sense of gravity, gently patted her hand, speaking with a tone of wisdom, "I know you've been influenced by their way of life abroad, losing some of that personal touch, but Langston has been with you since you were kids, seen you grow up. I won't have you adopt their cold demeanor and drift apart

have a chat with your Langston. It's been years,

that, he cheerfully pushed his daughter towards Miles,

but roll her eyes

was

a slight pull at his lips, flashed a smile at Mr. Turner, then gestured towards a fountain in front of the Bay Residence, "Let's

tall figure lead the way,

undergone several renovations, even

large flowerbed was now

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