Kaitlyn was tucking in the blankets for the elderly couple when she glanced up, "I'll go fetch some cold medicine from the doc, Vivienne, hang tight for a sec."

"Hold on!"

With an exasperated smile, Vivienne pushed away Percival's hand and called out to Kaitlyn, "Kaitlyn, I'm not sick. It's just... feels like someone's gossiping about me.'

"Wow, you've got some sixth sense, Vivienne! I was just saying how you and Percival are always popping into the hospital, and you picked up on it?"

As the words fell, Leopold suddenly peeked his head around the door frame.

Thomas strode in behind him, greeting, "Percival, ma'am."

Kaitlyn gaped at the two lads who had just appeared, "Um, Vivienne, Mr. Ellington. Are these friends of yours?"

Trying not to admit it but nodding anyway, Vivienne shot Leopold a look, "Kaitlyn, meet Leopold, my junior. Thomas, Mr. Wolf's assistant. They just called Mr. Wolf about some urgent business, so we had them come over. Sorry, we didn't tell you in advance."

"What's there to be sorry about?" Kaitlyn blinked, "Come on in, come on. This room's not exactly a palace, so mind the mess."

Leopold was always quick to warm up to people, while Thomas was still fumbling for words.

Leopold chatted away with a big grin, lowering his voice so as not to disturb the patients, "Mrs. Littleton, no need for formalities with us. If you're a friend of my Vivienne, you're a friend of mine. What's there to worry about between friends, right, Thomas?"

Thomas opened and closed his mouth, wanting to point out Leopold's verbosity. But then he thought better of it, realizing there was some truth in the words, and reluctantly grunted in agreement. "What brings you guys here?" Vivienne cut straight to the chase, "Shouldn't you be at work this time of day?"

Leopold spread his hands: "Vivienne, we quit our jobs."

paper bag in his hand crinkled

Percival exchanged

not at all

gaze fixed on the object in

Matthew downstairs, and he handed

up."

bag over, "He was going to email it, but some items couldn't be sent digitally, so he printed and bound them

the paper bag, she

to close the door before

curious as ever, leaned

first thing they

like something you'd dig

family's ancestral grave or something? Is this even from this century?" Thomas gave him a look, "You'll find plenty of these

to tomb raiding? That doesn't sound like him. He doesn't strike

... Thus the

a glance, thinking,

patience with Leopold's wild conjectures and knocked on his

a piece of paper tied to the

strip, found it awkward to handle, so she flipped

"Of course."

information leaking, Matthew had secured the strip

not to tear the document, "Your junior...

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