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!"

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

seemed to

last, the man spoke. His voice was hoarse, almost eerie in the 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 slightly. He shifted, leaning

inside him toward Gavin and the entire Abernathy

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

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

now understood where that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy property

that soiled and stained blanket was Holly's withered

Percival

were still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for the Abernathys set his heart

head deeper into Vivienne's

the 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

last time he had seen such a chilling expression on

was formidable, but

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

and he glanced at

"Hand it over."

the phone

voice, cool yet tinged with anger,

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

Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within three

phone tightened as she

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