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.

his siesta, and he

stairs alone, Arthur pushed open the door to his father's room and saw him reclining in his rocking chair, eyes closed

but at the sound of

Arthur, he quickly masked his irritation with deference and

to silence him, "Dad's resting.

eyes flickered with impatience, but he nodded respectfully and tiptoed back to his father's side, his hands fidgeting

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

Yorick's complexion was so pale it was almost translucent. His lips were chapped, and his once full cheeks were now

if he could pass away at any moment. Arthur could only tell by the faint breathing

was both envious and fearful

didn't mean to keep things from you. It's Dad; he didn't

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 by the Brooks family, only to

taking the supplements Percival brought that Dad got

"Specter Healer?"

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

Vivienne was the Specter Healer was a closely guarded secret within the Linklater family, a secret Dracon had sealed tightly. Arthur, known as

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

As for Dad, a professional caregiver will be arriving in a few days to look after

"What?"

difficult to 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

conversation had been long enough to rouse

eyes swept over Dracon with an inscrutable look, "I agree with your brother. You need a break; go rest for

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