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.

was sure he would have taken off the

must change their shoes upon entry and proceed to the decontamination room for a cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch. You haven't forgotten our rules,

was one thing,

Boyd Mansion hiding a royal

sterile processing

ring-adorned hand. A gentle squeeze was all it took

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

the heirloom ring of the Boyd

up in the hands of this young

Vivienne's lips curved slightly upward. "Isn't there a Boyd family rule that requires one to

his limp arm, knelt

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

were seldom spoken

the family mentioned

the ground, Vivienne spoke sternly,

got up and bowed. "Ma'am, please wait here.

Vivienne's permission, the butler hurried into the Boyd mansion, his injured arm

"Trouble, matriarch!"

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

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

the butler managed, "No, it's that slut... That

composed, was visibly

searched for that ring for thirty years to

her mother had hidden it, giving

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

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