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!"

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

to

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

couldn't control the hatred bubbling up inside

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

the covers, even

where that foul stench lingering around the

blanket was Holly's

Percival felt a

the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for the Abernathys

bury his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his

the warmth through the thin fabric, Vivienne swallowed hard, her hand gently caressing his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead

time he had seen such a chilling expression

warrior lineage was

Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just

and he glanced at the caller

"Hand it over."

passed the

voice, cool yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young

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

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

the phone tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn holding

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