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!"

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

seemed 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 his head against Vivienne's shoulder. "Vivienne, I do

the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin

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

even he couldn't suppress the rising bile

where that foul stench

Holly's withered

that moment, Percival felt a murderous

reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt

head deeper into Vivienne's

hard, her hand gently caressing his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the

had

was

they couldn't just hand their life over to the

glanced at

"Hand it over."

the phone

voice, cool yet tinged with anger,

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

and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within three days, they'll

tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How

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