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!"

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 the abyss

seemed to crawl

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 shoulder. "Vivienne, I

hatred bubbling up inside him

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

the covers, even

stench

Holly's withered body, wounds festering and crawling with

that moment, Percival felt a murderous

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

himself to bury his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach,

eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew glanced up through the rear-view

he had seen such a chilling

ancient warrior lineage was

they couldn't just hand their life over to the Grim Reaper without her

and he glanced at the caller ID

"Hand it over."

the phone to

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

Vivienne didn't need to guess; she knew

had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening

tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn holding

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