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 loosened his shirt at the collar. His expression remained calm despite his inner irritation. Mike, sensing the tension, refrained from joking. He immediately went to the Walsh residence.

The Walsh residence was draped in somber white, a house shrouded in mourning. Clive, a legend in his prime—a medical master and a master of poisons—had not yet been laid to rest. His reputation commanded respect, even from the town's most influential families.

Mike searched thoroughly but found no sign of Felicia. He approached Myra, Felicia's mother, hoping for information. But at the mention of Felicia's name, Myra's face hardened.

"That ungrateful girl has nothing to do with us anymore," she declared coldly. "I don't know where she is, and I don't care."

Mike was stunned, his words catching in his throat. For the first time, he felt a pang of sympathy for Felicia. Her own mother seemed indifferent to her fate. If something had happened to her, would anyone even look for her?

Mike then sought out Dexter, but received a similarly disheartening response. Dexter shook his head, disappointment etched on his face. "That daughter of mine is heartless," he said. "No matter what we tried, she's always been cold and ungrateful." Mike hesitated, but felt compelled to say, "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?"

Mike was speechless. Dexter dismissed him with a polite nod, leaving Mike in disbelief.

As Mike turned to leave, he encountered Sebastian. Sebastian, having overheard parts of the conversation, asked, "What's wrong with Felicia?"

"She's unreachable," Mike replied, keeping his tone light, avoiding the word "missing" without confirmation. Perhaps she was simply exploring, enjoying herself somewhere.

Sebastian merely nodded, showing no concern.

Mike had seen enough. The indifference from Felicia's parents was one thing, but her brother's apathy was unsettling. He blurted out, "Why does it feel like your whole family just doesn't care about her?"

"It's not that we don't care," Sebastian sighed. "It's that she's... disappointing." He shook his head. "She's nothing like a Fuller. Her mind runs too deep." His thoughts drifted back to the café, to Felicia's chillingly calm confession: "Watching Kayla's reputation crumble and seeing her become the target of everyone's scorn—that's what I want." And she had achieved it. She had also admitted, "Ruben's death had nothing to do with me, but the moment I learned the truth, I changed my plans. I used his death to my advantage." And she had done that, too.