There was indeed a chance Felicia might be at the Walsh residence.
Stephan pressed his temples, trying to ease the throbbing ache, but the frustration in his chest was harder to suppress. He casually unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, loosening it at the collar. His expression was calm despite the irritation boiling within him.
Mike, sensing the tension, didn't dare joke around anymore. He immediately made his way to the Walsh residence.
The Walsh residence was shrouded in mourning, draped in somber white.
Clive hadn't been laid to rest yet. In his prime, he was a legend—a medical master and a master of poisons. His reputation earned him respect even from the most influential families in town.
Mike searched everywhere but found no sign of Felicia. Left with no choice, he approached Myra directly. Surely Felicia's mother would know something?
But the moment he mentioned Felicia's name, Myra's expression turned icy.
"That ungrateful girl has nothing to do with us anymore. I don't know where she is, and I don't care."
Mike stood frozen, the rest of his words catching in his throat. For the first time, he felt a pang of sympathy for Felicia.
Her own mother didn't care whether she was alive or dead. If something really did happen to her, would anyone even bother looking for her body?
Trying another route, Mike sought out Dexter. The response wasn't any better. Dexter shook his head, disappointment etching into his features. "That daughter of mine is heartless. No matter how much we tried, she's always been cold and ungrateful."
Mike didn't want to overstep by meddling in family matters, but he couldn't help pointing out, "Mr. Fuller, Felicia hasn't even been to college. Aren't you worried about her? What if something has happened?"
Dexter raised an eyebrow. "What could happen to her?"
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