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?"

was once a renowned master among the noble families. How could he be taken down so easily? If word gets out, it'll be

you're talking about! Can't you see what state

for his insistence that I marry into the Grimshaws, would I be like

at the scar on her face, her gaze towards the room

here out

died, her brothers wouldn't even

glared at her. "You're beyond

fighting? Lancelot, call Griffin. See where they are. If we delay any further, it might be too late

in martial arts, the high difficulty of his movements made Stellan shake

face, coupled with dark circles under his eyes,

fresh blood slowly trickling from the corners of Godfrey's mouth, his nostrils,

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

he had never seen a virus like this, one that literally made a person dance

wanted to harm

Griffin's urgent and anxious voice came from outside,

Where's the Specter Healer? Where

bloodshot

"Dad, it's her,

Percival. You should know him, Dad. Let me take Vivienne in to treat Grandpa now. Any questions, you can ask Percival." Percival trailed behind with a twitch of his lips, "Mr.

his determined daughter, watching their retreating figures, puzzled. "Mr.

Healer was known only to those close to her; it was a secret kept

own doing to avoid being overwhelmed by the sick and needy if her identity became common knowledge. So, not many were aware of

too young. Nothing

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