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!"

flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with lips pressed together and eyes as

seemed to

trust me, I

up inside him

respect for her status as the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her

had pulled back the covers, even he couldn't suppress the rising bile in his

that foul stench lingering around the

Holly's withered body, wounds festering and

that moment, Percival felt a

of his sanity reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt

his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach,

through the thin fabric, Vivienne swallowed hard, her hand gently caressing his 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 Vivienne and pursed his

last time he had seen such

warrior lineage was

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

phone rang then, and he glanced at the caller ID before

"Hand it over."

the

with anger, came

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

taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within three days, they'll scatter her parents' ashes to the

she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn holding

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