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 A young man shouldn't be so withdrawn."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

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

to Elliot

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

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

hands. "My poor son... I didn't even get to see him one

offer her condolences for the

that her son had died the day he

was the enemy

it be too much to ask to see some photos of Elliot?

the father said as he handed over the photo album to Percival. Percival flipped through the album, noticing pictures of Elliot in graduation robes,

picture of a

Elliot study abroad?" Vivienne

Percival's hands paused as he turned the pages, a

corner of one of Elliot's photos, was

truth of the matter

who had used the art of disguise to hide in Elliot's home, taking his place and living on before

and said, "Thank you. We've got what we

Elliot for a long time. Thank you for remembering our son," the

the photos were quickly

face on the printout, Percival's fingertips tensed

noticing Percival's expression, asked, "Do you

say anything. We'd be better

for a high school student, let alone blend in and eventually study abroad." Vivienne had a hunch that the secrets F-Poison carried were tied to the final virus experiment

"Come to the hospital. Your undercover girl has

Quincy!