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.

Vivienne not been holding his hand, Percival was sure he would have taken off the

entry and proceed to the decontamination room for a cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch. You haven't forgotten our

one thing, but

Boyd Mansion hiding a

processing before

gentle squeeze was all it took for the sound

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

that the heirloom ring of the Boyd

end up in the hands

"Isn't there a Boyd family rule that requires one to kneel to greet the head? You

limp arm,

fact, many families did, but as time passed and the world changed, these rules were slowly forgotten, especially by the younger generation, who would

these protocols were seldom spoken

the family mentioned them, no

at the butler on the ground, Vivienne spoke

"Ma'am,

into the Boyd mansion, his injured arm

"Trouble, matriarch!"

burst in, agitation written all over his wrinkled face. "What's the rush? Is

gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy looked every bit

managed, "No, it's that slut...

composed, was visibly shaken at

for that ring for thirty

had hidden it, giving it to that

and mother-in-law were best friends, which was

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