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.

and he hadn't allowed anyone

room and saw him reclining in his

at the sound of the door, he looked

his irritation with deference and approached quietly,

his hand to silence him,

respectfully and tiptoed back to his father's side, his hands fidgeting

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

translucent. His lips were chapped, and his once full cheeks were now

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

was both envious and fearful

from you. It's Dad; he didn't want

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

the supplements Percival brought that Dad got poisoned. Now, his condition's been worsening day by day. I'n afraid only a Specter Healer can save

"Specter Healer?"

Arthur's interest, Dracon let a barely detectable smile flicker across his face, "Yes, but this person is elusive; not just

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

knew that if Arthur tried to strong-arm her, Vivienne might not be so amenable. It was the perfect scenario for Dracon to sit back and watch the two of them duke it

for the Specter Healer. As for Dad, a professional caregiver will be arriving in a

"What?"

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 a stranger all of a

conversation had been long enough to rouse Yorick from his

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

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