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

to crawl

Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened

control the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin

her status as the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her

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

now understood where that foul stench

Holly's withered body, wounds festering and crawling with

moment, Percival felt a

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

bury his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched

his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not

time he had seen such a chilling

ancient warrior lineage was formidable, but was

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

at the caller ID before saying, "Vivienne, it's

"Hand it over."

passed the

answered. Draven's voice, cool yet tinged with

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

They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within three days, they'll scatter her parents' ashes to the

the phone tightened as she inhaled

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