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.

his hand, Percival was sure he would have taken off the butler’s arm

change their shoes upon entry and proceed to the decontamination room for a cleansing shower before they can meet with the matriarch.

Percival and Vivienne’s

one thing,

Mansion

sterile processing

her ring-adorned hand. A gentle squeeze

head, and as he was about to

the heirloom ring of

end up in

lips curved slightly upward. “Isn’t there a Boyd family rule that

butler, clutching his limp arm, knelt in

In fact, many families did, but as time passed and the world changed, these rules were slowly forgotten, especially by the younger generation,

spoken of, they were not

head of the family mentioned them, no

at the butler on the ground, Vivienne

and bowed. “Ma’am, please wait here. I

permission, the butler hurried into the Boyd mansion, his

“Trouble, matriarch!”

Wendy Boyd saw the butler burst in, agitation written all over his wrinkled face. “What’s the rush? Is

her regal bearing and gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy

it’s that slut… That woman has

Wendy, ever composed, was visibly shaken at the

that ring for thirty years

had hidden it, giving it to

which was why she could marry into the

it away. However, to Wendy’s absolute surprise, her mother gave this extremely important ring

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