Vivienne and Percival exchanged a glance, a mutual skepticism reflected in their eyes.

Was it any wonder that Griffin and Leopold seemed to have such chemistry? Godfrey was sick, and their first instinct was to shoot a video and snap pictures?

How had the Martinez family not throttled them yet?

But alas, Vivienne hadn't managed to watch the video.

Before she could even click play, her phone-juiced up from Leopold's car charger-began to buzz.

Brody's voice came through the call, tinged with utter despair, "Specter Healer! Where on earth did you get that medicine? She's been hopping around her room for half an hour! It took a heavy-duty sedative to knock her out, and she's still hopping in her sleep! My spotless lab is a mess now!"

Brian's laughter boomed, "Hahaha, Vivienne, where did you score that prank potion? That woman, she's like a marionette straight out of a movie, absolutely hilarious!"

At the Martinez Mansion.

Griffin's parents, Stellan and Penelope, stood guard outside the patriarch's room.

To better observe Godfrey, they had gouged a peephole into the solid wooden door. The Martinez family circled around it, three layers deep.

They peered inside at Godfrey with a mix of emotions as if viewing a rare specimen.

"When's Griffin getting back? If he keeps this up, he'll bleed out."

Stellan was practically glued to the peephole, almost sticking his head through.

His wife, Penelope, stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him, mirroring his posture, her face etched with worry. "Who could have snuck into our home undetected in the middle of the night?"

Dad was once a renowned master among the noble families. How could

about! Can't you see what state he's

his insistence that I marry into the Grimshaws,

her face, her gaze

here out of

he died, her brothers wouldn't even tell her, denying her a share of the

at her. "You're

the fighting? Lancelot, call Griffin. See where they are. If we delay any further, it might be too late for Dad!" Through the peephole, they

in martial arts, the high difficulty of his movements made

with dark circles under his eyes, looked especially

trickling from the

was frantic! He had been in charge of the Martinez family's biochemical weapons project and prided himself on his comprehensive understanding of various

a virus like this, one that literally made a person

wanted to harm

urgent and anxious voice came from outside, "Vivienne's

you're back! Where's the Specter

rushed out at the sound of the voice, his bloodshot

said, "Dad, it's her, Leopold's senior,

should know him, Dad. Let me take Vivienne in to treat Grandpa now. Any questions, you can ask Percival." Percival trailed behind

their retreating figures, puzzled. "Mr. Ellington, your wife is the Specter

close to

own doing to avoid being overwhelmed by the sick and needy if her identity became

young. Nothing like

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