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.

of gender, wore bright smiles as

field, her attire clashing with the

freedom of college fashion spared her

by Willa's cool demeanor, hesitated

around her,

of a shooting that had occurred years

around the world, the monument bore inscriptions in multiple

after all this time, fresh flowers still lay at the base, a silent tribute

scanned the names and found the one that was both familiar

also known as

a blatantly provocative nickname, yet it had lain hidden here

Shameless!

eyes betraying scorn, anger,

so full of venom could be

Who was her mother?

purpose behind

monster truly love

Willa was baffled.

the point of her existence in

legacies, treasures, and the continuation of their

And her?

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

creator's evil, shadowy

clenched as she

it couldn't match the heat in her

knew?" A voice

an older man dressed as a gardener,

dust from 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, my name would be on this

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