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 if

field, her

college fashion

whistle-blowing guys, intrigued by Willa's cool

ignoring all the signals around her,

in memory of a shooting that had

from around the world, the monument bore inscriptions in multiple languages,

time, fresh flowers still lay

found the one that was both

also known as

had lain hidden here for so long,

Shameless!

her eyes betraying scorn, anger, and a complex

couldn't understand how someone so full of venom could

Who was her mother?

was the purpose behind her

truly love his wife and

Willa was baffled.

was the point of her existence in this

children were legacies, treasures, and

And her?

sorrow, a living apology to the world-if there was anything she

creator's

she

sun warmed her jacket, but it couldn't

you knew?" A voice

man dressed as a gardener, his hair silvered with

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

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