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.

was taking his siesta, and he hadn't

his father's room and saw him reclining

him, but at the sound of the door, he looked

quickly masked his irritation with deference and approached quietly,

silence

tiptoed

landed on his father, his eyes darkened, "Didn't you say over the phone that Dad's recovery was going well? This doesn't look

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

more frail than when he had first awakened from surgery, as if he could pass away at any moment. Arthur could only tell by the faint breathing that the old man was still clinging to

both envious and fearful

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 work, so he

tell what's going on inside someone's head. And his wife, she was finally acknowledged by the Brooks family, only to see them fall into

Percival brought that Dad got poisoned. Now, his condition's been worsening day by day.

"Specter Healer?"

"Yes, but this person is elusive; not just anyone can

Dracon had sealed tightly. Arthur, known as the War God of Veridia, would surely have the means to

was the perfect scenario for Dracon to sit back and watch the two of them duke it out for his own benefit. "Arthur, I think we should take Percival into

"I will have someone search for the Specter Healer. As for Dad, a professional caregiver

"What?"

deceive but had not expected to 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 Dad for years. No one knows his condition better than I do. Bringing in

been long enough to rouse Yorick from his

with an inscrutable look, "I

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