Walter scratched his itchy chin, his voice tinged with hesitation, "Miss, maybe we should just head back."

Vivienne, that woman was sharp as a tack.

Even if she hadn't sniffed out the oddities, Percival surely would have.

Walter couldn't fathom what Victoria was thinking.

To just drop Kaitlyn off at the suburban mall and then drag herself here to suffer - it was like setting herself up to be stood up.

As Walter silently grumbled, he dared not voice his true thoughts aloud.

Victoria was running out of patience.

It was getting late into the afternoon, and still, no one had shown up, which led her to bellow in frustration, "Looks like we've got no choice but to go with plan B. We're not waiting any longer! Let's get out of here and deal with Vivienne later!"

The next day, at the Linklater residence.

Arthur had been tied up with business at the Vanguard Agency, and it was a rare moment for him to be home.

he hadn't allowed

father's room

him, but at the sound

he quickly masked his irritation with deference

hand to silence him, "Dad's

he nodded respectfully and tiptoed back to

darkened, "Didn't you say over the phone that Dad's recovery was going well? This doesn't

was so pale it was almost translucent. His lips were chapped, and his once full

he could pass away at

envious and fearful of

with Arthur's probing, sweat beaded on Dracon's forehead. "Arthur, I didn't mean to keep things from you. It's Dad; he didn't want to distract you or Hector from your

ask me, Dad's just been too soft on Percival. He thinks the guy wouldn't hurt him, but you never can tell what's going on inside someone's head. And his wife, she was finally acknowledged

taking the supplements Percival brought that Dad got poisoned. Now, his condition's been worsening day by day. I'n afraid only

"Specter Healer?"

elusive; not just anyone can find them. I'm just worried... I'm worried

secret Dracon had sealed

sit back and watch the two of them duke it out for his own benefit. "Arthur, I think we should take Percival into custody. He administered the poison, so he must

for Dad, a professional caregiver will be arriving in a

"What?"

be sidelined, "Arthur, don't you trust me? I know I'm the black sheep of the family. I've never made anyone proud. All my sisters have their achievements, and I'm the only one who's fallen short. But I've been with

enough to rouse Yorick

his cloudy eyes swept over Dracon with an inscrutable look, "I agree with your

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