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.

"It's nothing major, just a

if Miles was insistent, there

gave a slight

things together, utterly confused, "What does Langston

know." Felicity shook her head like a tambourine, "Dad, I'm not feeling well, I don't want to chat with him alone,

last

are

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

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

that, he cheerfully pushed his daughter towards Miles, "No

but roll

was no help at

a slight pull at his lips, flashed a smile at Mr. Turner, then gestured

watched his tall figure lead the way,

renovations,

a large

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