The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 776

Leopold and Matthew had just finished loading the Abernathy family into the van, including Cormac, when the stench inside hit them like a wave, almost driving them back out the door. But seeing Vivienne and the others frozen by the bedside, Leopold steeled himself and stepped inside.

The woman on the bed was a shadow of her former self, her hair tangled and matted like weeds upon the pillow. Her face was streaked with dirt, and it looked like the Abernathys hadn't bothered to clean her in ages. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of her chest, Leopold might have mistaken her for a corpse.

Wait a minute!

Those features...

How come she looked a bit like Percival?

Realizing this, Leopold's pupils dilated, his finger pointing shakily at the woman on the bed.

Then he glanced at Percival, whose stony face was unreadable, and noticed the air around him growing colder and heavier. Leopold took a step back, feeling as if his throat had been seized. He couldn't manage to utter a complete sentence.

Finally, it was Vivienne who broke the silence. "Mr. Wolf, let's get her out of here first."

She was genuinely shocked. They had only come to fetch a witness back to Rivenwood, and here they were, stumbling upon the very person Percival had spent years searching for.

Mr. Wolf's aunt, the Ellington heiress-Holly Ellington!

"Gavin Abernathy!"

the darkness, save for the occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with lips pressed together and eyes as cold as ice, stared into

seemed to crawl

said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened slightly.

up inside him toward Gavin

in an unknown hospital with

back the covers, even he couldn't suppress the rising

now understood where that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy property

and stained blanket was Holly's withered body, wounds festering and

that moment, Percival felt

that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for the Abernathys

bury his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding

eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the

recall the last time he had seen such a chilling expression on

was formidable, but was

a person Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just hand their life

phone rang then, and he glanced at the caller ID before saying, "Vivienne,

"Hand it over."

passed the phone

voice, cool yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young Master, there's

Vivienne didn't need to guess; she knew Gavin must have

Gavin had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within three days,

on the phone tightened as she

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