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.

sure he would have taken off the butler’s arm with

a

and Vivienne’s expressions

thing, but a decontamination

Mansion hiding

sterile processing

ring-adorned hand. A gentle squeeze was all it took for the sound

he was about

heirloom ring of the Boyd

did it end up in the hands of this young

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

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

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

were seldom spoken

of the family mentioned them, no one dared to

at the butler on the ground, Vivienne spoke

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

hurried into the Boyd mansion, his injured

“Trouble, matriarch!”

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

gold-rimmed reading glasses, Wendy looked every bit the matriarch despite her shrill

that slut… That woman has the

ever composed, was visibly

ring for thirty years

her mother had hidden it, giving it to that cheap

mother and mother-in-law were best friends, which was

ring to 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

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