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."

bag in his hand crinkled

Percival exchanged a

say they were not at all surprised by

ask why, his gaze fixed on the object in

Leopold smacked his forehead, "Oh, right! Ran into Matthew downstairs, and he handed

up."

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

bag, she could feel the unevenness inside

to close the door before feeling safe to tear

curious as ever, leaned

the first thing they saw was a brown,

something you'd dig up in an

dig up the Schram family's ancestral grave or something? Is this

you're saying Matthew's turned to tomb raiding? That doesn't sound like

Thus the nickname

Leopold a glance, thinking,

wild conjectures and knocked on his head, "This is likely a

the strip, noticing a piece of paper tied to the

it awkward to handle, so she flipped

"Of course."

about the information leaking, Matthew had

to tear the document, "Your junior... truly a collection of

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