At the Boyd Mansion, a shadow began to cast itself over Percival Ellington’s usually charming features.

Truth be told, he had not frequented the Boyd Mansion often, but the few times he did, his visits invariably ended with Cecilia in tears.

As a kid, he could not fathom why the Boyds had such contempt for his mother. As he grew up, the reasons became apparent, and he stopped coming altogether.

Vivienne gazed out the car window. The Boyd Mansion was a majestic sight, grander even than the Brooks Mansion, which Maddox Perez had offhandedly referred to as “little space.”

“Percival, Ma’am, we’ve arrived,” announced Thomas as he switched off the engine and stepped out to open the car door.

Percival helped Vivienne out of the car, and they stood in front of the massive gates of the Boyd Mansion. His eyes, deep as the ocean, seemed unfathomable.

He stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

“Who’s there?” Came an inquiry through the intercom.

A slight frown creased Percival’s brow as he replied, “Percival.”

There was a momentary pause on the other end before the gate was buzzed open.

The wrought iron gate swung open slowly, yet curiously, no one came out to greet them.

Percival’s frown deepened, a thin veil of anger enveloping him.

Vivienne gently tapped the back of his hand and offered a reassuring smile.

The anger surrounding Percival dissipated instantly, and with a smile, he took Vivienne’s hand, and they walked in together.

At the entrance, two servants stood aside, revealing a man in a casual suit, the Boyd family butler. “Mr. Ellington, I presume. Please come in. The matriarch has been awaiting you.”

Percival did not respond, intending to proceed with Vivienne.

Unexpectedly, the butler stepped in their way.

sure he would have

proceed to the decontamination room for a cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch. You haven’t forgotten our rules, have

and

thing, but a

the Boyd Mansion hiding a

sterile processing

arm with her ring-adorned hand. A gentle squeeze was all it

butler’s head, and as he was about to curse, he caught sight of the

that the heirloom ring

end up in the

lips curved slightly upward. “Isn’t there a Boyd family rule that requires one to kneel to greet the head? You

limp arm, knelt in panic. “Greetings,

family had many such protocols. In fact, many families did, but as time passed and the world changed, these rules were

seldom spoken of, they

head of the family mentioned them, no one dared to

at the butler on the ground, Vivienne spoke sternly, “Is

butler, understanding, quickly got up and bowed. “Ma’am, please wait here. I will fetch Madam

the butler hurried into the Boyd mansion, his injured

“Trouble, matriarch!”

evening news, Wendy Boyd saw the butler burst in, agitation written all over his wrinkled face. “What’s the rush? Is the house on fire? Didn’t I tell you to take Percival and his country slut to the

reading glasses, Wendy looked every bit the matriarch

the butler managed, “No, it’s that slut… That woman

ever composed, was visibly shaken at the mention of

for that ring

her mother had hidden it, giving it

and mother-in-law were best friends, which was why she could marry into the

it away. However, to Wendy’s absolute surprise, her mother gave this extremely important ring to her least favorite daughter, Cecilia!Books Chapters Are Daily Updated

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