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 occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with lips pressed together and eyes as cold as

to crawl

Vivienne heaved a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened slightly. He shifted, leaning his head against Vivienne's

up inside him toward Gavin

Gavin didn't care for his aunt, out of respect for her status as the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive. But the reality was starkly different! In this remote village, there were only a

back the covers, even he couldn't suppress the

stench

Holly's withered body,

moment, Percival felt a

useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for the

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

a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr.

couldn't recall the last time he had seen such a chilling expression

warrior lineage was formidable, but was Vivienne

couldn't just hand their life over

at the caller ID

"Hand it over."

passed the phone

tinged with anger, came through, "Young Master,

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

They've taken the ashes and are

the phone tightened as she

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