The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 501

At the Boyd Mansion, a shadow began to cast itself over Percival Ellington's usually charming features.

Truth be told, he had not frequented the Boyd Mansion often, but the few times he did, his visits invariably ended with Cecilia in tears.

As a kid, he could not fathom why the Boyds had such contempt for his mother. As he grew up, the reasons became apparent, and he stopped coming altogether.

Vivienne gazed out the car window. The Boyd Mansion was a majestic sight, grander even than the Brooks Mansion, which Maddox Perez had offhandedly referred to as "little space." "Percival, Ma'am, we've arrived," announced Thomas as he switched off the engine and stepped out to open the car door.

Percival helped Vivienne out of the car, and they stood in front of the massive gates of the Boyd Mansion. His eyes, deep as the ocean, seemed unfathomable.

He stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

"Who's there?" Came an inquiry through the intercom.

A slight frown creased Percival's brow as he replied, "Percival."

There was a momentary pause on the other end before the gate was buzzed open.

The wrought iron gate swung open slowly, yet curiously, no one came out to greet them.

Percival's frown deepened, a thin veil of anger enveloping him.

Vivienne gently tapped the back of his hand and offered a reassuring smile.

The anger surrounding Percival dissipated instantly, and with a smile, he took Vivienne's hand, and they walked in together.

At the entrance, two servants stood aside, revealing a man in a casual suit, the Boyd family butler. "Mr. Ellington, I presume. Please come in. The matriarch has been awaiting you." Percival did not respond, intending to proceed with Vivienne.

Unexpectedly, the butler stepped in their way.

his hand, Percival was sure he would have taken off the butler's arm with a single, swift

shoes upon entry and proceed to the decontamination room for a cleansing shower before they

shoes was one thing, but a

Mansion hiding a

processing

gentle squeeze was

about to curse, he caught sight of the

ring of the

in the hands of this

curved slightly upward. "Isn't there a Boyd family rule that requires one to kneel to greet the head?

clutching his limp arm, knelt in panic. "Greetings,

and the world changed, these rules were slowly forgotten, especially by the younger generation, who would

these protocols were seldom spoken of, they

the head of the family mentioned them,

the butler on the ground,

quickly got up and bowed. "Ma'am, please

into the Boyd mansion, his

"Trouble, matriarch!"

wrinkled face. "What's the rush? Is the house on fire? Didn't I

her regal bearing and gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy looked

it's that slut... That

ever composed, was visibly shaken at the

for that ring for thirty years to no

mother had hidden it, giving it to that

friends, which was why she could marry into

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