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!"

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

to crawl

Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened slightly. He shifted, leaning his head

hatred bubbling up inside

heiress, she would be placed in an unknown

covers, even he couldn't suppress the

that foul stench

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

moment, Percival felt

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

into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding

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

had seen such a chilling expression

ancient warrior lineage was

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

then, and he glanced at the

"Hand it over."

passed the phone

tinged with anger, came through,

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

taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the

grip on the phone tightened as she

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