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!"

devoured any trace of light, 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

seemed to crawl

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

bubbling up inside him

would be placed in an unknown hospital with

the covers, even he couldn't suppress the rising

understood where that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy property

was Holly's withered body, wounds festering and

Percival felt a

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

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

hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr.

last time he had seen such

warrior lineage was formidable, but was Vivienne

they couldn't just hand their life

and he glanced at the caller ID before

"Hand it over."

the phone to

yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young

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

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, they'll scatter

she

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