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 butler’s arm with a

their shoes upon entry and proceed to the decontamination room for a cleansing shower before

Percival and

shoes was one thing, but a decontamination

the Boyd Mansion hiding

sterile processing

with her ring-adorned hand. A gentle squeeze was

about to curse, he caught sight of the ring

the heirloom ring of

end up in the hands of this

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

clutching his limp arm, knelt in panic. “Greetings,

as time passed and the world changed, these rules were slowly forgotten, especially by the younger generation,

these protocols were seldom spoken

the head of the family mentioned them,

ground, Vivienne spoke sternly, “Is it just

quickly got up and bowed. “Ma’am, please wait

hurried into the Boyd mansion, his injured

“Trouble, matriarch!”

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

reading glasses, Wendy looked every bit the matriarch despite her

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

Wendy, ever composed, was visibly shaken

had searched for that ring for thirty years

hidden it, giving

was why she could marry into

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