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 A young man shouldn't be so withdrawn."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

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

happened to Elliot overseas?" Percival

But he rarely contacted us; communication was difficult back then, and we couldn't go abroad. Thankfully, he sent photos home, so at least I could see his face from time to

moving abroad to be with him since he was settled. But then... there was a shooting at his school. Many students

I didn't even get to see him one last time. How could

could only offer her condolences for the

did not realize that her son had died the day he

they raised was the enemy

down, Percival asked, "Would it be too much to ask to see some

as he handed over the photo album to Percival. Percival flipped through the album,

painted a picture of a simple life, mostly spent on

Elliot study abroad?" Vivienne

as he turned the pages, a complex look

corner of one

the matter

the art of disguise to hide in Elliot's home, taking his place and living on before using his time

We've got what we need. Someone will

anyone 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 tears. Percival and

the photos were quickly delivered to

looked at Flynn's face on the printout, Percival's

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 high school

then. It's hard to believe he could pass for a high school student, let alone blend in

"Come to the hospital. Your

Quincy!