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 pressed together and eyes as cold as ice, stared into the abyss beyond

to crawl

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 his head against Vivienne's shoulder. "Vivienne,

bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the

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

even he couldn't suppress the

understood where that foul stench lingering around the

stained blanket was Holly's withered body, wounds festering and

that moment, Percival felt

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

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

hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew

the last time he had seen such a

warrior lineage was formidable,

they couldn't just hand their life

then, and he glanced at the

"Hand it over."

the

answered. Draven's voice, cool yet tinged with anger, came

now?" Vivienne didn't need to guess; she knew Gavin must have stirred

having calmed Kaitlyn, joined Draven, "Ms. Vivienne, Gavin had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't

grip on the phone tightened as she

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