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!"

of headlights that flickered before Vivienne's eyes. Percival,

seemed to crawl

was hoarse, almost eerie in the pitch-black setting, yet Vivienne heaved a sigh of relief as she said, "Mr. Wolf, trust me, I will heal your aunt." Percival's grim expression softened slightly. He shifted, leaning his head

control the hatred bubbling up inside him toward Gavin

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

back the covers, even he couldn't suppress

foul stench

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

that moment, Percival felt

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

Vivienne's stomach, his clenched eyes hiding

flashed in her eyes.

last time he had seen

was formidable,

couldn't just hand their life

glanced at

"Hand it over."

the phone to

cool yet tinged with anger, came through, "Young Master,

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

Kaitlyn, joined Draven, "Ms. Vivienne, Gavin had people dig up Mrs. Littleton's parents' graves. They've taken the ashes and are threatening that if we don't hand over the secret recipe within

phone tightened as she inhaled deeply. "How is

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