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!"

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

to

me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's

couldn't control the hatred bubbling up inside him

in an unknown hospital with professional

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

now understood where that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy property

soiled and stained blanket was Holly's

moment, Percival felt a murderous

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

deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding the torrent

warmth 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

last time he had seen

ancient warrior lineage was formidable,

Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just hand their life

phone rang then, and he glanced at the caller

"Hand it over."

the phone

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

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

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

on the phone tightened as she inhaled

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