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 few words. You and Mr. Turner can

knew that if Miles was insistent,

a slight nod, "Alright then, you two

things together, utterly confused,

feeling well, I don't want

her last

are those even

with 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

a chat with your Langston. It's

pushed his daughter towards Miles, "No rush, take

but roll her

old man was

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

she watched his tall figure lead the way, Felicity wondered why things,

renovations, even the exterior

be a large flowerbed was now a

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