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 A young man shouldn't be so withdrawn."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."

began to cry louder. "If I had known I'd never see my boy again, I would have never let him

to Elliot overseas?" Percival

earning scholarships. But he rarely contacted us; communication was difficult back then, and we couldn't go abroad. Thankfully, he sent photos home, so

got a job at the university, 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

face in her hands. "My poor son... I didn't even

her condolences

her son had died the

they raised was the enemy in their

too much to ask to see some photos of Elliot? Especially

there aren't many, especially after the kidnapping, and even fewer from his years abroad, less than ten in total, but they're all here," the father said as he handed over the photo album to Percival. Percival flipped through the album, noticing pictures of Elliot in graduation robes,

painted a picture of a simple life,

did Elliot study

turned the pages, a complex look in his eyes. Noticing the change, Vivienne leaned in and

corner of one of Elliot's photos,

the matter was

hide in Elliot's home, taking his place and

what we need. Someone will be by shortly

to talk to about Elliot for a long time. Thank you for remembering our son," the father said, bowing to Vivienne and Percival, his eyes glistening with

the photos were quickly delivered to

he looked at Flynn's face on the printout,

asked, "Do you want me to go and ask

he wouldn't say anything. We'd be better off figuring out how F-Poison managed to impersonate a

expression darkened. "F-Poison would have been middle-aged by then. It's hard to believe he could pass for a high school student, let alone blend in and

phone rang; it was Karen. "Come to the hospital.

Quincy!