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!"

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

to crawl

in the pitch-black setting, yet Vivienne heaved a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will

bubbling up inside him

aunt, out of respect for her status as the Ellington heiress, she would be placed in an unknown hospital with professional

pulled back the covers, even he couldn't suppress the

now understood where that foul stench

stained blanket was Holly's withered

Percival felt

still useful. But the agony he felt for Holly

to bury his head deeper into Vivienne's stomach,

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

the last time he had seen such a

ancient warrior lineage was formidable,

about, they couldn't just hand their life over to

rang then, and he glanced at the caller ID

"Hand it over."

the phone to

tinged with

done now?" Vivienne didn't need to

Gavin had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if

on the phone tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is Kaitlyn holding

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