Percival stroked her hair with an indulgent smile, his voice a gentle murmur, "I'll take you to the hospital first. Got some errands to run, and then you're coming to stay at my place tonight." His "place" was his sprawling private estate.

Vivienne blinked, teasingly suggesting, "Should I clean up and wait for your royal favor?"

She was already daydreaming about her Mr. Wolf seducing her in nothing but his birthday suit.

So tempting!

Percival was momentarily speechless. Since when had his Vivienne become so... frisky? And what was that at the corner of her mouth?

Drool?

What thoughts were swirling in that little head of hers?

"Ahem!" Percival snapped back to reality, his tone a mixture of amusement and resignation. "Aren't you supposed to be holding a memorial service?"

Vivienne paused, then said, "Oh, right!"

She had planned a service to send Francis off.

To the animal realm, so to speak.

She initially wanted to hold it at Emerald Mountain, but it was too far, and with her mother still unconscious, she couldn't leave. So, she asked Mr. Wolf to find a place for her ceremony to bid Francis farewell. She hadn't expected Mr. Wolf to pick his villa. She had thought... well, that Mr. Wolf had other intentions.

How embarrassing!

Percival, with a blend of exasperation and affection, assured her, "Once I'm done, I'll pick up what you need. It'll probably take all day, so I'll have Thomas pick you up!"

Vivienne had no words.

in close and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Vivienne, that

left speechless-his words making

At the Linklater Mansion.

the living room. Yorick had only recently regained consciousness and was still weak, but his eyes shone

from outside, and Yorick, agitated,

window with a gloomy look.

he have to come

of the Linklater family. Just as he was

enough when Hector returned-although his achievements didn't quite measure up to their eldest brother's. But now, with both the renowned brothers home, what place did he, the so-called failure, have

The thought was suffocating!

in the driveway, their headlights piercing

shuffled toward the door with

been anticipating descended from his

him softened, but the

glanced back and murmured something to the person beside him, who promptly drove the car away and then faced

greeted with a simple,

haven't been here

eldest, he bore the weight of his absence and the guilt of not guiding his

words, Yorick embraced his son tightly. "It's good to have you back, son. That's all

years, Yorick's greatest wish was for Arthur to return home safely. Now, with his son before him, safe and

standing quietly to the side. He asked pointedly, "What?

"Arthur, of course, I'm happy. I

for a

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