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."

the paper bag in his hand

Percival

they say they were not at all

why, his gaze fixed on the object in Leopold's

his forehead, "Oh, right! Ran into Matthew downstairs, and he handed me this for you, Vivienne. Said

up."

email it, but some items couldn't be sent

When she touched the paper bag, she could feel the unevenness inside that was unlike ordinary

nudge to close the door before feeling safe to tear open

ever, leaned

first thing they saw was a brown,

ancient, like something you'd dig up in an archaeological

disbelief, "Did Matthew dig up the Schram family's ancestral grave or something? Is this even from this century?" Thomas gave him a look,

That doesn't

the

help but give Leopold a glance, thinking,

talking doesn't make you mute," Vivienne lost patience with Leopold's wild conjectures

piece of paper tied to

strip, found it awkward to handle, so she flipped it over, "Mr. Wolf, could you help me take this

"Of course."

information leaking, Matthew had secured the strip with

not to tear the document, "Your junior... truly a collection

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