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

to

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

inside him

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,

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

where that foul stench lingering around the

soiled and stained blanket was Holly's withered

moment, Percival felt a murderous

reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the

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

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

he had seen such a chilling

warrior lineage was formidable,

someone hurt a person Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just hand their life over to the

he glanced at the caller ID before

"Hand it over."

passed the

voice, cool yet tinged with anger,

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

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

as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn

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