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

to crawl

trust me, I will heal your

the hatred bubbling up inside him toward

an unknown hospital with professional care to at least keep her alive. But the reality was starkly different! In this

even

where that foul stench lingering around the

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

that moment, Percival felt a

shred of his sanity reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the hatred for the Abernathys set his heart

head deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding

caressing his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do

he had seen such a chilling expression

was formidable, but

couldn't just hand their

he glanced at the

"Hand it over."

passed the phone

with anger,

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

having calmed Kaitlyn, joined Draven, "Ms. Vivienne, Gavin had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are

on the phone tightened as she

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