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,

for a cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch. You

shoes was one thing, but a decontamination

Mansion hiding a royal

processing

forward, gripping the butler's arm with her ring-adorned hand. A gentle squeeze was all it took for the sound of cracking bones

as he was about to curse, he

heirloom ring of the Boyd family

it end up in

family rule

his limp arm,

and the world changed, these rules were slowly forgotten, especially

seldom spoken of, they were not

of the family mentioned

butler on the ground, Vivienne spoke sternly,

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

hurried into the Boyd mansion, his

"Trouble, matriarch!"

in, agitation written all over his wrinkled face. "What's the rush? Is the house on fire? Didn't I tell you to take Percival and his country slut to the

gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy looked every bit the

"No, it's that slut... That woman has the long-missing

Wendy, ever composed, was visibly

that ring for thirty years to no

knew her mother had hidden it, giving it to that cheap woman

was why she could

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