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!"

trace of light, leaving their car in the darkness, save for the occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's

seemed to crawl

pitch-black setting, yet Vivienne heaved a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened

bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the entire

in an

pulled back the covers, even

now understood where that foul stench lingering

Holly's

that moment, Percival felt a murderous

that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt for

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

eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew glanced

time he had seen

warrior lineage was formidable, but was Vivienne

Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just hand

phone rang then, and he glanced at the

"Hand it over."

the phone to

voice, cool yet tinged with anger, came through,

now?" Vivienne didn't need to guess; she

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

the phone tightened as she

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