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!"

any trace of light, leaving their car in the darkness, save for the occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with lips pressed together and

to

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 his head against

control the hatred bubbling up inside

didn't care for his aunt, out of respect for her status as the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional

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

now understood where that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy

and stained blanket was Holly's withered

that moment, Percival

of his sanity reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he

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

in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew glanced up through the

the last time he had seen such a chilling expression on Vivienne's

lineage was formidable, but was Vivienne

couldn't just hand their life over to the Grim Reaper without her

he glanced at the caller ID before saying, "Vivienne, it's

"Hand it over."

the phone to

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

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

parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening

she inhaled

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