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 hadn't allowed anyone to disturb

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

seated beside him, but at the sound of the door, he

he quickly masked his irritation

hand to silence him, "Dad's resting. Keep

but he nodded respectfully and tiptoed back to his father's side, his hands fidgeting behind his

say over

almost translucent. His lips were chapped,

than when he had first awakened from surgery, as if he could pass away at any moment. Arthur could only tell by

both envious and

Dracon's forehead. "Arthur, I didn't mean to keep things from you. It's Dad; he didn't want

on inside someone's head. And his wife, she was

reaction, he continued, "It was after taking the supplements 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

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

so amenable. It was the perfect scenario for Dracon to sit back and watch the two

a professional caregiver will be arriving in a few days to

"What?"

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

to rouse Yorick from his

with an inscrutable look, "I agree with

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