The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 501

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.

holding his hand, Percival was sure he would have taken off the

for a cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch. You

and

thing, but

Mansion

processing before

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

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

heirloom ring of

up in the hands of this

“Isn’t there a Boyd family rule that requires one

clutching his limp arm, knelt

as time passed and the world changed, these rules were slowly forgotten, especially by the younger generation, who would never truly expect someone to

spoken of,

family mentioned them,

on the ground, Vivienne

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

the butler hurried into the Boyd mansion, his

“Trouble, matriarch!”

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 decontamination

gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy looked

it’s that slut… That woman has the

Even Wendy, ever composed, was visibly shaken at the mention of

ring for thirty years to

her mother had hidden it, giving it to that

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

her mother, letting her decide when to give it away. However, to Wendy’s absolute surprise, her mother gave this extremely important ring to her least favorite daughter,

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