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.

would have taken

a cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch. You haven't forgotten our rules,

one thing, but a decontamination

Mansion

processing

ring-adorned hand. A gentle squeeze was all

butler's head, and as he was about to curse, he caught sight of the ring on

ring of the

did it end up in the hands of

there a Boyd family rule that requires one to kneel to greet the head? You haven't forgotten that,

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

protocols. In fact, many families did, but as time passed and the world changed, these rules were

protocols were seldom spoken of, they were not

family mentioned them, no

at the butler on the ground, Vivienne spoke sternly,

butler, understanding, quickly got up and bowed. "Ma'am, please wait here. I will fetch Madam

the butler hurried into the Boyd mansion,

"Trouble, matriarch!"

face. "What's the

gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy

slut... That woman

Wendy, ever composed, was visibly

searched for that ring for thirty years to no

had hidden it, giving it to that cheap woman

mother-in-law were best friends, which was why she could

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