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!"

leaving their car in 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,

seemed to crawl

His voice was hoarse, almost eerie in the pitch-black setting, yet Vivienne heaved a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal

bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the

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

the covers, even he couldn't suppress the rising bile in

where that foul stench

and stained blanket was Holly's withered body,

moment, Percival felt a

still useful. But the agony

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

chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our

recall the last time he had seen such a chilling

ancient warrior lineage was formidable, but was Vivienne

Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just hand their life over to the Grim Reaper without

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

"Hand it over."

passed the phone to

cool yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young

has the Abernathy family done now?" Vivienne didn't need to guess; she knew Gavin must have stirred up more

Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within

the phone tightened as she

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