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!"

rain outside devoured 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

seemed to

Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened

the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin

Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive. But the

Percival had pulled back the covers, even he couldn't suppress the rising

understood where that foul stench

that soiled and stained blanket was Holly's withered

that moment, Percival

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

to bury his head deeper into Vivienne's

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

recall the last time he had

warrior lineage was formidable,

about, they couldn't just hand their

at the

"Hand it over."

the phone to

yet tinged with anger, came

didn't need to guess; she knew Gavin must have

dig up 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 days,

tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How

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