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

seemed to crawl

setting, yet Vivienne heaved a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me,

bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the

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 few, including

back the covers, even he couldn't suppress the rising

foul stench lingering around the Abernathy property

and stained blanket was Holly's withered body, wounds festering

Percival

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

his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach,

hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do

had seen such a chilling expression

was

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

he glanced at the caller ID before saying, "Vivienne,

"Hand it over."

passed the phone to

cool yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young

Abernathy family done now?" Vivienne didn't need to guess;

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

grip on the phone tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn

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