Percival glared at Flynn with venom in his eyes, yet his clenched fist hung suspended, unable to deliver the blow.

A sudden realization washed over him - the man before him was nothing like the uncle he remembered.

This man didn't deserve to carry the name Flynn, didn't deserve the family name, and certainly didn't deserve his fury!

With a slow release, Percival let go, watching Flynn crumple to the ground like a free-falling ragdoll.

Flynn made no attempt to break his fall, laughing softly as he hit the floor, a sound as dry as autumn leaves.

No one knew what his laughter meant, nor could they guess what thoughts were twining through his mind.

Percival pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, and, with a look of indifference, tossed it beside the fallen man. "White Tiger, I wonder if you'll still be so cocky without your precious ST-1."

The laughter ceased abruptly, and Flynn's eyes, sharp as daggers, fixed on Percival.

"What do you mean by that?"

With a mocking laugh, Percival said, "Exactly what I said," and turned to leave.

Flynn tried to follow, but chains bound him tightly, rendering him immobile.

All he could do was roar at the iron bars, "Hold it! Clarify your words, stop!"

Percival ignored the shouts and drove away.

Truth be told, his words were a mere guess, sparked by evidence brought back by Willa - a hunch that Flynn had been injecting ST-1.

And it turned out to be accurate.

the effect of ST-1 that

had confirmed that Flynn showed no signs of viral infection and was

Vivienne could only unravel by solving

Vivienne headed to her lab, entrusting Karen's

required no special attention,

wiped Karen's palms gently, whispering, "Sasha, when

about their childhood memories and the days

you. He fell sick once and never fully recovered. Sasha, if you

started massaging Karen while lamenting, "There was this one time when Maddox said I trained too much and offered a massage. But somehow, he dislocated

"I didn't."

Willa swung around with a swift chop, only to be stopped by

to help, but you resisted, and I

explained, "Vivienne mentioned you haven't eaten. I brought you some

hand. However, her

smiled and gave the cake

began to eat in silence, not

let's not worry and just wait for her," Maddox soothed while massaging Karen's wrist, though concern lingered in

course, how could he not be worried when his sister, who had just reunited

holding onto hope. She was certain

massaged Karen, he

coming

Willa remained silent.

was

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