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.

student, regardless of gender, wore bright smiles as if nourished by

the field, her attire clashing with the sundresses and t-shirts

fashion spared her any

few whistle-blowing guys, intrigued by Willa's cool demeanor, hesitated to

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

a monument stood in memory of

monument bore

this time, fresh flowers still lay at the base, a

found the one

also known

it had lain hidden here

Shameless!

hardened as she studied the name, her eyes betraying scorn, anger,

full of

Who was her mother?

purpose

a remorseless, conscienceless monster truly

Willa was baffled.

point of her existence

legacies, treasures, and the continuation

And her?

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

a creator's

clenched as she

her jacket, but it couldn't match the heat in

this monument honor someone you knew?" A voice came from behind

an older man dressed as a gardener, his hair

the monument. It was unclear if he was speaking to himself or Willa when he added, "I was here cleaning when the shooting happened, right in this spot. Scared the daylights out of me, peed my pants even. If it hadn't been for Elliot,

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