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!"

torrential rain outside devoured any trace of light, leaving their car in the darkness, save for the occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with lips pressed together and eyes as cold

to

relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I

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

the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an

moment Percival had pulled back the covers, even he couldn't suppress the rising bile

that foul stench lingering

stained blanket was Holly's

Percival felt a

sanity reminded him that those people were still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the

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

through the thin fabric, Vivienne swallowed hard, her hand gently caressing his hair as a chill flashed in her eyes. "Mr. Wolf, the dead do not deserve our hatred." Matthew glanced

he had seen such a chilling expression on

was formidable, but was Vivienne

they couldn't just hand their life over to the Grim Reaper without

then, and he glanced at the

"Hand it over."

passed the

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

now?" Vivienne didn't need to guess; she knew Gavin must have stirred up

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

grip on the phone tightened as she

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