The Million-Dollar Heart

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"Sir, would you mind sharing the story with us in more detail?" Vivienne inquired.

The old man nodded, "Of course. That year left a deep impression on us. Elliot was the beacon of hope for our entire family. Even our distant relatives had high hopes for him. After all, for a low-income family like ours, having a kid in high school was already a big deal.

Elliot's grades, though, were average at best. He was not exactly a standout student and didn't have many friends. He was a bit of a loner.

But ever since the kidnapping, it was as if he had become a different person. He was much more outgoing. Even got scolded by me for dating a girl from school. Truth be told, I thought the boy who came back was a lot better off. A young man shouldn't be so withdrawn."

Vivienne exchanged a glance with Percival.

Most people would be crushed by such traumatic memories and not emerge more cheerful and sociable.

How could this Elliot have possibly transformed so positively?

The father continued, "Elliot didn't let us down, though. He got into Elite University, and after graduating, he went abroad for further studies."

At the mention of going abroad, the silent mother let out a stifled sob, tears streaming down her face.

Vivienne silently passed her a tissue, "Did something happen?"

The man sighed, his expression growing somber. "We were originally against the idea of him going abroad, but Elliot was determined. He worked his way through, not needing a dime from us. Reluctantly, his mother and I agreed. But once he left, he never returned."

known I'd never see my boy again, I

to Elliot

away tears. "Elliot did well in school and work, consistently earning scholarships. But he rarely contacted us; communication was difficult back

we knew he wouldn't come back. We thought about moving abroad to be with him since he was settled. But then... there was a shooting at his school. Many students and teachers died, and Elliot was

grief, buried her face in her hands. "My poor son... I didn't even get to see him one last time. How could he have left before

offer her condolences for the woman's

did not realize that her son had died the

child they raised was the

woman had calmed down, Percival asked, "Would it be too much to ask to see some photos of Elliot? Especially the ones

than ten in total, but they're all here," the father said as he handed over the photo album to Percival. Percival

photos painted a picture of a simple life,

did Elliot study abroad?" Vivienne

he turned the pages, a complex look in

of one of

truth of the

art of disguise to hide in Elliot's home, taking his place and living on before using his time abroad to continue his sinister deeds. During his studies, he

got what we need. Someone will be by shortly to

time. Thank you for remembering our son," the father

photos were quickly delivered to

Flynn's face on the printout,

Percival's expression, asked, "Do you want me to go and ask

him, he wouldn't say anything. We'd be better off figuring out how F-Poison

hard to believe he could pass for a high school student, let alone blend in and eventually study abroad." Vivienne had a

Karen. "Come to the hospital. Your

Quincy!