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!"

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

the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the entire Abernathy

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 hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive. But the reality was starkly different! In this remote village, there were only a few,

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

that foul stench

was Holly's withered body, wounds festering

that moment, Percival felt

still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly

bury his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding the torrent of

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

had seen such a chilling expression

was formidable, but was Vivienne

they couldn't just hand

phone rang then, and he glanced at the caller

"Hand it over."

the

with anger, came through, "Young Master, there's been

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

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

the phone tightened as she inhaled deeply.

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