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

to

as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt."

the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the entire

an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive.

even he couldn't suppress the

stench

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

Percival felt a

of his sanity reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for the Abernathys set his

deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes

hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew glanced up through the rear-view mirror at Vivienne

time he had seen

warrior lineage was formidable,

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

glanced at the caller ID before

"Hand it over."

the

Draven's voice, cool yet tinged with

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

joined Draven, "Ms. Vivienne, Gavin had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening

as she

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