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!"

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

seemed to

spoke. His voice was hoarse, almost eerie in the pitch-black setting, yet Vivienne heaved a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I

hatred bubbling up inside

would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive. But the reality was starkly different!

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

foul stench

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

Percival felt

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

his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his

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."

had seen such a chilling expression

warrior lineage was formidable, but

hurt a person Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just hand their life over to the Grim

then, and he glanced at the caller ID before saying, "Vivienne,

"Hand it over."

the phone

cool yet tinged with anger,

has the Abernathy family done now?" Vivienne didn't need to guess; she knew Gavin must

up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are

phone tightened as she inhaled deeply.

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