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!"

that

to

she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim

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

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 covers, even he couldn't suppress the

stench lingering around the Abernathy

soiled and stained blanket was Holly's withered body, wounds festering and

Percival

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

Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding the torrent of

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

he had seen such

ancient warrior lineage was

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

phone rang then, and he glanced at the

"Hand it over."

passed the phone

tinged with

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

parents' graves. 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

she inhaled

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