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!"

for the occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with

to crawl

of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened slightly. He shifted,

up inside him toward Gavin and the

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 different! In this remote village, there were only

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

now understood where that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy

was Holly's withered body, wounds festering and crawling with

Percival felt a

agony he felt

to bury his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding the torrent of

flashed in her eyes. "Mr.

couldn't recall the last time he had seen such a chilling expression

lineage was formidable, but

cared about, they couldn't just hand their life over to the

rang then, and he glanced at the caller ID

"Hand it over."

passed the phone to

tinged with anger, came through, "Young Master, there's

need to guess; she knew Gavin must have stirred

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

as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn holding

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