The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 776

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,

to

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 will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened slightly. He shifted, leaning his head against Vivienne's

couldn't control the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the entire

as the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an unknown hospital

Percival had pulled back the covers, even

now understood where that foul stench lingering around the Abernathy property

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

Percival

still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred

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

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

couldn't recall the last time he had

warrior lineage was

just hand

rang then, and he glanced at the caller ID before

"Hand it over."

the phone

voice, cool yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young Master, there's

need to guess; she knew Gavin

had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening

she inhaled deeply.

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