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.

He leaned in close

words making

At the Linklater Mansion.

entire Linklater family sat together in the living room. Yorick had only recently regained consciousness and was still weak, but his eyes shone with excitement. The night had fallen, yet no one

echoed from outside, and Yorick, agitated, stood up, asking, "Is he

the window with a gloomy look. "Yes, my big brother is

did he have to come

black sheep of the Linklater family. Just as he was trying to shed that label, his illustrious brother had to return. With his brother back,

to their eldest brother's. But now, with both the renowned brothers home, what place did he, the so-called failure,

The thought was suffocating!

of sleek black cars pulled up in the driveway, their headlights piercing the dark, a display

patriarch, still frail, shuffled toward the door with Hector's support as the rest

outside, the man they had been anticipating descended from his vehicle—a

formidable air around him softened, but

to the person beside him, who promptly drove the car away

Linklater greeted with a

kneeling before the old man, he continued, "Dad, I haven't been here to fulfill my duties as

consumed by battles and campaigns, neglecting his family affairs. As the eldest, he bore the weight of

his son tightly. "It's good to

to return home safely. Now, with his son before him, safe

to

smile, "Arthur, of course, I'm

for

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