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 anyone

room and saw him reclining

was seated beside him, but at the sound

his irritation with deference and approached quietly,

hand to silence

impatience, but he nodded respectfully and tiptoed

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

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

surgery, as if he could pass away at any moment. Arthur could only tell by the

envious and fearful of

It's Dad; he didn't want to distract you or Hector

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 see them fall into ruin soon after. I've heard rumors that she wasn't exactly innocent in that debacle. If

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

"Specter Healer?"

detectable smile flicker across his face, "Yes, but this person is elusive; not just anyone can find them. I'm just

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

two of them duke it out for his own benefit. "Arthur, I think we

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

"What?"

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

"I agree with your brother. You

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