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!"

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

as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your

control the hatred bubbling up inside him toward

would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive. But the reality was starkly different! In this

even he couldn't

stench lingering around the Abernathy property came

was Holly's

moment, Percival felt a murderous

still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for the Abernathys set

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

hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew glanced up through the rear-view mirror at

time he had seen such a chilling expression

ancient warrior lineage was formidable, but was

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

then, and he glanced at the caller

"Hand it over."

the

tinged with anger, came through, "Young

need to guess; she knew Gavin must have stirred up more

Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and

phone tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn

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