Griffin fretted that Percival might actually break Leopold in two, so she quickly wheeled his chair away from the scene. Percival glanced in the direction the pair had escaped.

"Fine," he thought, "Someday I'll show 'em some old-school roughhousing!"

"Mr. Wolf, any luck running into Kenneth?" Vivienne strolled up and asked.

Suddenly inspired, she considered creating a new fragrance, a companion to the "Old Man" scent-calling it "Old Ruffian".

Percival nodded. "Yeah, he looked pretty down, not even watching where he was going."

"Ah, to be young again." Karen chuckled.

After a brief discussion outside the ward about Dracon and Gillian's situation, the group was about to head out for a meal when Karen's cell phone rang. It was Willa Perez.

Ever since Karen had returned to the Perez family, Willa had been conspicuously absent.

Karen had tried to reach out a few times, but Willa's obsession ran deep; she wanted to track down F-Poison before returning to the Perez family.

Karen respected that. Willa had her own path to follow.

The unexpected message from Willa now piqued Karen's curiosity.

The text contained a photo of a university gate abroad.

That very university was where Flynn had studied overseas-the same place F-Poison had once been.

Karen took a deep breath. "Willa's on to F-Poison's trail. Hopefully, she digs up some leads."

In Scepter Country, Willa stared at the university's gate and strode through with determination.

The campus was alive with the vigor of youth.

wore bright smiles as

jacket, walked across the field, her attire clashing with the sundresses and t-shirts around

of college fashion spared her

intrigued by Willa's cool demeanor, hesitated

on, ignoring all the signals around her, and headed straight

a monument stood in memory of a

monument bore inscriptions

lay at the base, a silent tribute

and found the one that was both familiar and foreign to

known as

it had lain

Shameless!

her eyes betraying scorn,

so full of venom could be her

Who was her mother?

purpose

monster truly love his wife

Willa was baffled.

was the point of her existence in

were legacies, treasures, and the

And her?

darkness, sorrow, a living apology to the world-if there was anything she shared with other children, it was

a creator's evil,

as she stared

it

knew?"

dressed as a gardener, his hair silvered with age. "No,

the dust from the monument. It was unclear if he was speaking to himself or Willa when he added, "I was

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