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!"

for the occasional flash of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival, with lips pressed together and eyes as cold as ice, stared into the abyss

to

a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me,

the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin and the

for his aunt, out of respect for her status as the 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 a few, including

moment Percival had pulled back the covers, even he

where that foul stench lingering

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

that moment, Percival felt

useful. But the agony he felt for Holly and the

deeper into Vivienne's stomach, his clenched

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

couldn't recall the last time he had seen such

ancient warrior lineage was formidable, but was

a person Vivienne cared about, they couldn't just

glanced at the caller ID before saying, "Vivienne,

"Hand it over."

passed the phone

tinged with anger,

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

up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are

phone tightened as she inhaled

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