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.

Percival was sure he would

decontamination room for a cleansing

Percival and Vivienne’s expressions

thing, but

Boyd Mansion hiding a

processing

the butler’s arm 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 caught sight of the ring on Vivienne’s

heirloom ring

did it end up in

family rule that requires one to kneel to

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

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

were seldom spoken of, they

the family mentioned

down at the butler on the ground, Vivienne spoke sternly, “Is it just

“Ma’am, please wait

Vivienne’s permission, the butler hurried into the Boyd

“Trouble, matriarch!”

all over his wrinkled face. “What’s the

regal bearing and gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy looked every bit the matriarch

that slut… That woman

visibly shaken

searched for that ring for thirty

her mother had hidden it, giving it to that cheap

was

it away. However, to Wendy’s absolute surprise, her mother gave

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