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!"

the occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with lips pressed together and eyes as cold as ice, stared

seemed to

said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's

inside

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

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

foul stench

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

that moment, Percival felt a murderous

But the agony

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

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

recall the last time he had seen such a chilling expression on

ancient warrior lineage was formidable, but

hurt a person Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just hand

then, and he glanced at the caller

"Hand it over."

the phone to

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

Vivienne didn't need to guess;

"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 hand

tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn

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