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.

looked down and firmly told Esther, "It's nothing major, just a few words.

knew that if Miles was insistent, there

moment, she gave a slight

still piecing things together, utterly confused, "What does Langston want to talk to

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

pinned her last hope on

are those even

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 from Mr. Lopez and his

your Langston. It's been years, catch

he cheerfully pushed his daughter towards Miles,

couldn't help but

man was no

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

she watched his tall figure lead the way, Felicity wondered

had undergone several renovations, even the

a large flowerbed was now a

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