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,

cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch. You haven't forgotten our rules, have you?' Both Percival and Vivienne's expressions

thing, but a decontamination

the Boyd Mansion hiding

sterile processing

ring-adorned hand. A gentle squeeze was

the butler's head, and as he was about

that the heirloom ring of the Boyd

in the hands of this

butler's expression, Vivienne's lips curved slightly upward. "Isn't there a Boyd family rule that requires

his limp arm,

many families did, but as time passed and the world changed, these rules were slowly forgotten, especially by the younger generation, who would never truly expect someone to kneel in

were seldom spoken of, they were not

mentioned

down at the butler on the ground, Vivienne spoke sternly,

and bowed. "Ma'am, please

the butler hurried into the Boyd mansion, his injured arm

"Trouble, matriarch!"

Wendy Boyd saw the butler burst in, agitation written all over his wrinkled face. "What's the rush? Is the house on fire? Didn't I tell you to take

bearing and gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy looked every bit the

it's that slut...

ever composed, was visibly shaken at the mention of the

that ring for thirty

it, giving it

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

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